Beccy
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A bag of sixpences. (Or what love is.)A Poem by BeccyMy father was telling me about sixpences;(not for the first time,)and my mother was laughing,as she does."He still thinks you ought to beable to get i.. |
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RendezvousA Poem by BeccyWrote this a while back. Just thought I'd dust it off. |
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By Lake VyrnwyA Poem by BeccyA slender tree, vertical as noonstands alone to the left of the lake.It is quite beautiful; and close upthe resin swells, live amber glows,beckoning m.. |
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Mercadillo del JuevesA Poem by BeccyHe sits hunched over his workbench.At first glance, he is old;sinew and bone, skin like leather,but his hands are deft,those of a much younger man.Mom.. |
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A fragment of the wholeA Poem by BeccyTime stored all, but kept its council.Wrote no history of our creation,but chronicled instead,the ancient forests,the ceaseless oceans.Aeons passed, e.. |
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There are those who wear hats whilst walking their..A Poem by BeccyThere is a plumpness in the air, that sayswe never lack two Sundays in a week; and thereis the surety of God's acre stretching greenly.An unspoken sus.. |
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Autumn on the foothills of Cader IdrisA Poem by Beccywritten after an Autumn visit to Dôl Idris; a most beautiful place. |
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New for oldA Poem by BeccyBeyond the scent of first beinglies the dreamers journey,cobbled streets of imagination,where youth rises, celebratingthe passing of innocence andbuil.. |
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Visiting MarthaA Poem by BeccyThere was an old, rather cracked flower pot in the back garden,I noticed it as we settled down for a nice cup of tea;(served in fine bone china natura.. |
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It seemed like only yesterdayA Poem by BeccyAn old man passed me in the high street,he was uneven in both gait and expression.I gazed steadfastly at the dress in the window,guiltily unwilling to.. |
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