Back by popular demand, here is Roberto's verse about the Busker. You can't visit London without seeing him if you travel by train, over or under the capital. He's almost a daily entertainer on the rails, and on platforms, in the huge station foyers, even outside stations, too, almost in all weather.
My niece Katherine was born on 14th June 1990. There was a heatwave at the time ... one hundred and twelve seasons ago... Happy Birthday, K!
Roberto presents Sarah of Ripple Farm Organics with a poem, and Sarah's daughter, Theresa, composes some nature art for Roberto.
Mount up, you cyclists, and lend an ear for poet Roberto has experiences to pass on here ...
Rberto crosses the busy road, the rush of London all around, reaches the thronging footpath on the other side, looks up and finds himself staring into a window filled with the promise of Spring, tulips, in full colour and bloom.