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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Frances White’s many interests are revealed in this fine collection: the natural world, childhood, music, poetry, family and friends, religious faith, the wider world. Her achingly moving late poems underline her ability to be bracingly honest. Readers will be drawn to her evocations of childhood in Mountain Mist, ‘We thought clouds were soft shape-shifters’ and of adolescence in Dandelion Child, ‘a lull/before hot summers/the rush of freedom/music in the air/wild flowers in our hair/and then the longing/for red roses
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Frances White’s many interests are revealed in this fine collection: the natural world, childhood, music, poetry, family and friends, religious faith, the wider world. Her achingly moving late poems underline her ability to be bracingly honest. Readers will be drawn to her evocations of childhood in Mountain Mist, ‘We thought clouds were soft shape-shifters’ and of adolescence in Dandelion Child, ‘a lull/before hot summers/the rush of freedom/music in the air/wild flowers in our hair/and then the longing/for red roses