She sits on the wall
The full moon is over Funchal
Her eyes on me
Hide your feelings
If they are likely to hurt others
Spare them the pain
If it is very tall
No need to worry much
This is Tower Bridge
Tulips and a jar
In a Moroccan garden
Soothe my weary eyes
Stairs behind glass
How far upwards do they reach and why
I wish to know
With layers of roof
Golden Buddhas beneath
A pagoda indeed
Angels clinging
High up on a drafty corner
In Old Cambridge town
City of towers,
Students, books, and scholars
Astride the river Cam
The bollard stands still
The years pass by silently
The Queen has just died