ANDREW BLAKEMORE Poems

At the bottom of the wishing well
A penny lies in water,
Dropped there by a little girl
A soldier's only daughter,
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Winds shall blow by and merrily singing
Through all the treetops and reaching so high,
Far up above my heart is now floating
Into the light of the glorious sky.
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I locked myself away
Inside a room that had no windows,
Where the sunlight never reached
And each morning like the night.
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Beside the frozen lake I stand
And from the bank my eyes are drawn
Across the surface still as glass
The blue of mirrored sky,
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Every time I close my eyes
I think of you my dear,
Although your image will not fade
I wish you were still here.
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I cast a stone and watch it fall
Into the deep blue sea,
While now the waves are breaking on
The shingle and the scree,
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As through the mist the sun shines
And I see the sight of spring,
The flowers are now blooming
And such colour they do bring,
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This flower in the gutter now
Is standing there alone,
So lonely and forgotten for
No love has it been shown,
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The little girls did laugh and play
Upon that hot and sunny day
Upon the grass the children lay
Making daisy chains.
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I stood upon the Riddian Bridge
That arched above the waterway,
And cast its red-bricked shadow
On those murky depths below.
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