By Ian Copestick Sweet suburbia on a summer evening, families sitting in front of their houses, getting ready for the 8'O'Clock applause to thank the N.H.S. The British people standing as one, now that there's a common foe. Perhaps this is it, that fabled blitz and Dunkirk spirit, that helped us fight alone against … Continue reading The Spirit
Poem by Ian Copestick
By Ian Copestick God, at this time of year, these Sub-zero nights can really Get you down. I wonder what It must be like to live somewhere Like L.A. where it's Sunny all year round and They've never seen snow. Except in the excruciating Xmas movies that they churn Out each year. Right now, … Continue reading Poem by Ian Copestick
My Soul
By Ian Copestick In this life, there's not much that I can control But the most important is my soul Let it be open, let it be giving As my body withers and dies Let my soul keep living Let love, not hatred be my guide Let it grow to be beautiful inside No, there's … Continue reading My Soul
Academy of the Heart And Mind 