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 except my mother and he certainly never published them.  So, just for interest, I have published them on the attached pages. Just click on any of the poems below to read them: