ANDREW BLAKEMORE Poems

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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Tick tock, tick tock
Can't stop, that clock,
Bell rings, I wake
Big stretch, I take.
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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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The jagged thorns of briar and gorse
Are sleeping slowly on their course
Relentlessly without remorse
Upon this hilly way.
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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 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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