We get a short, sweet taste in springOf summer's golden beams,For birds and trees and everythingArise from winter's dreams.During the Second World War, Louis Buonocore was conscripted, as a Bevin Boy, to work in the coal mines. The poetry he wrote at the time reflected not only his mining experiences, but also a strong appreciation of the natural world, of the rising and setting sun and the changing seasons.Louis was a man of peace. He enjoyed fishing where he could sit and think. He worked for STC in New Southgate for forty-four years, making aeroplane radios at the outbreak of war. He always had a book with him and was an avid reader all his life.