ANDREW BLAKEMORE Poems

As far as the ocean does spread before me
And fades in the distance without sympathy,
While ebbing and flowing so graceful it lies
It clings to my dream but my dream always dies.
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Beneath the chestnut tree I lie
And gaze into the summer sky
And watch the clouds go floating by
Within the sea of blue.
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I stood in deep and reverent awe
And looked upon those evening skies,
A rich and seamless sea of gold
That through the clouds did weave,
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Snowdrops
Emerging
On this bleak and barren land,
Frozen
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A little girl stands lost within
The crowded market place,
She clutches to the piece of string
Tied to her red balloon.
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When April wakes the dawn shall sing
A graceful chorus sweet and long,
On blossomed boughs the birds shall rest
And fill the air with joyful song.
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She loves me,
She loves me not,

As I pull each petal
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I'm down by the river a feeling so peaceful
To gaze at the water that slowly flows by,
Whilst heading downstream on a tide of emotion
It mirrors the sight of the beautiful sky,
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The jagged thorns of briar and gorse
Are sleeping slowly on their course
Relentlessly without remorse
Upon this hilly way.
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The tree does bend as winds do blow
A chill December air,
And yet a lonely leaf remains
Upon the dormant bough,
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