Tag: spring
member name: Peter R.
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March 21, 2009 11:37 AM EDT --
The weather has been delightful today, here in Nottinghamshire where I live, and this little poem reflects some of my thoughts as I bask in some pleasant weather.
THE FIRST REAL DAY . . .
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April 18, 2009 11:21 AM EDT --
So it's the fragile end of winter and the spring is here! I wrote this poem a little over a year ago celebrating such a time as this. Summer's on the way and my knobbly knees will be exposed to . . .
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April 22, 2009 03:42 AM EDT --
MAYBE NOT
In the shining sunlit spring
Peeping like a tomcat round the cold
Corner of winter now he's wondering
What's what and where the snows have gone
There's a brittle barb
Called . . .
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April 09, 2009 02:03 PM EDT --
FROM THE SPRING
Yesterday's bird song
Tin-whistle through my mem'ry
Haunts me like it did:
It was made of Spring
And the new growth, speckled eggs,
Shoots on dead branches,
Blossom . . .
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April 28, 2009 08:18 AM EDT --
OUT AND ABOUT THIS MORNING
Another spring with its promise
Touched me as I wandered past
The green green grass of meadows
Beneath a sun that couldn't last.
And the scudding fluffy angels . . .
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August 30, 2009 11:21 AM EDT --
OUT AND ABOUT THIS MORNING
Another spring with its promise Touched me as I wandered past The green green grass of meadows Beneath . . .
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April 06, 2009 01:52 PM EDT --
THE FOUR SEASONS
It was a kind of lovely yesterday,
White clouds dotted the summer like puffballs
And the two of us in our lonely way
Sauntered down the paths of Paradise
Where green ruled an . . .
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June 09, 2009 04:04 AM EDT --
THE YEAR
If you go out walking when the skies above are grey And spattering rain disturbs your sunny smile And if you wander here and there on some particular day You'll pause a moment . . .
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August 08, 2009 05:09 AM EDT --
I wrote this back in March this year on a day that absolutely reeked of the spring time of year. I'm posting it now in the hope that it's actually spring somewhere for somebody, either in their memories . . .
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