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Observed on a walk, one day.
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In the woods, in the parks, in private gardens,Across the fields and from the hills,The feathered creatures, greateagles and tiny wrens,Listen to the ..
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STOPPING AND STARING
When time’s winged chariot rushes by
And the busy world goes her giddy way
It does you..
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Dreaming of happy memories.
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A ballad, quatrains of syllables 8,6,8,6, iambic metre and abac rhyming. There are many different forms of ballad.
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T'is the break of dawnOn an eerie October morn.An owl screeches, searing the air.The wolves howl, as if in fear.All creatures from far and wide,Look t..
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Early poem written when I was a teenager.
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When I saw this pigeon on the bird table, I was reminded of D H Lawrence's poem, 'The Snake'. ;- ' A snake came to my water trough ....'
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The sparrows came at sunriseand flew into the apple tree.The apples looked temptingly ripe,resplendent in their skins,green and glossy.The birds hoppe..
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A collaboration between Barleygirl and myself.
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