Poem for Godfrey
We thought that Godfrey’d gone awayAlthough we’d begged him please to stay“There’s so much work, death’s not your fateWithout your help the load’s too great!”How will we print the papers and leaflets?How will we know the place to meet?Who will support us when we’re down?Who’ll make sure we’ve got what we need?Who will correct us … [Read more…]