Edward Lewis Pogson (1920 – 2008)

I started writing poetry in my 50s.  I had no idea that my father, Edward Lewis Pogson, had done the same thing in his 50s.  It wasn’t until I had started and shown him some of my work that he showed me what he had written some 25 years earlier.  I can’t explain that. Was it coincidence, mental telepathy or genetics that made us start at the same stage in our respective lives with no prompting or collusion?  I’ve no idea.  As far as I know he never showed his poems to anyone else except my mother and he certainly never published them.  So, just for interest, I have published them on the attached pages. Please click on any of the poems below to read them:

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