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Below is a selection of books Ben Waddams has illustrated or written as a contributor
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Tales from My Backpack
with Ben Waddams
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Writing is in my family. My grandmother, Muriel Pike, was a great writer. She was terribly modest about her abilities, but she worked with some of the greats of British stage and screen. Whe she died in 2009 at the grand old age of 95, I read the following poem of hers at the funeral. I recieved compliments afterwards, but of course it was her who deserved the compliments. Thanks Granny.
Spring does not come in a blaze of daffodil
Or a flurry of lilac dropping its scented breath;
The sky is as grey as an old man’s face, and the sun
Over the sleeping earth the frost has laid
Its cruel, probing, pitiless fingers of ice, and the whole world shivers and huddles against the chill;
Image of death.
But then in a secret place where the wind is still,
And a tiny handful of warmth is sheltered and stored,
A green blade thrusts its way like a shining sword,
Shoulders the earth aside with a brave parade
Of birth out of death, flower out of withered seed.
And the birds are suddenly singing.