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The Write Place

The Write Place

The Write Place

I found the write place!
It’s all write & in the right place.
It sends my senses all tingly,
My brain cells all jingly,
My pencil can hardly keep pace!

I knew it was alright as soon as I turned right, to write.
Across the bridge and up the hill,
I must’ve taken the write little pill.

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By The Window

By The Window

By The Window

Have you seen Molly? She sits by the window.
Humming a tune that nobody will know,
Tapping her foot to the sound of her music,
Stroking her hair while she rocks to and fro.

Have you seen Molly? She sits by the window.
A hint of a smile, from the secret she holds.
Close by, an oak box sits upon her sparse table,
The key in her apron worth much more than gold.

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Stone Flowers

Stone Flowers

Stone Flowers

Stone flowers are all l gave to you,
Stone flowers will never leave,
Stone flowers are my comfort,
As I stand alone and grieve.

Never will they wither,
Like my love, forever true,
A constant, stone reminder,
Of the sweetheart I once knew.

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Welsh Sky Dragons

Welsh Sky Dragons

Look up, you’ll see Welsh dragons play,
Breathing fire for St David’s day!
Smoke and mirrors,
throwing flames,
Sweeping wings & dragon games!
They hide away in heavy cloud,
Trying not to be too loud.

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St David’s Day

St David's Day

Golden trumpets standing proud,
Lift your heads & sing aloud!
Join together, proudly sway
To celebrate St. David’s Day!
Strong & steadfast, traditional, true,
A fiery dragon rendezvous!

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The Mystic Path

The Mystic Path

Silently, follow the mystic path,
Don’t be fooled by the photograph!
At first glance all looks peaceful, calm,
A wooded haven of forest charm,
But slow is the action that’s hard to see,
Of teaming life & busy bees.

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The River Lugg

The River Lugg runs wild and free,
Splashing sounds in symphony,
Gracefully swirling bank-edged bends,
A confluence of nature, dives and wends.
Leaping & skipping through vale and hill,
Over rock and boulder, no keeping still!

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Hands Of Nature

Hands of Nature

Wounded, stark boughs, limbs that have toiled,
Worked through the land, weathered & spoiled.
Cracked, open surfaces,
battered & broken,
No twisted hedge tales are heard, or yet spoken.
Arthritic forms reach high for salvation,
Desperately seeking their rightful ovation.

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Secrets

Secrets

I tell all my secrets to wizened old trees,
They capture them, whispering, past leaves on the breeze.
My secrets seep slowly through gnarled, crusty bark,
Creep under their roots where it’s damp, cool & dark.
Trees will not share trust, though they’ll rustle & quiver,
On cold winter days boughs will rattle & shiver.