ANDREW BLAKEMORE Poems

Broken branch on forest floor
And hanging on the tree no more,
All tangled twisted overgrown
It now remains forever prone,
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Amongst fern and nettles the Campion's waving
Its petals the shade of the clouds of the dawn,
They shine in the hedges and peer from the woodland
And rise to the call of the new day that's born.
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The clothes now wave which hang upon
This tired old line that stretches from,
The house unto the garden's end
In winds that blow so strong,
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Where once the green and rolling hills
Lay in the midst of England's heart,
The scars she wears unsightly as
They spread across the land,
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Blank page before me I've no inspiration,
Words come and go but mean nothing at all,
So why waste my time as I stare from my window,
In thought as I'm waiting for someone to call.
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Please lend me your wings let me fly over mountains
As night is now fading into the sunrise,
Above the horizon where cold rugged shadows
Now melt to the light of the glorious skies.
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As the sunlight shone on the churchyard
Where the steeple drew to the sky,
And it reached to the clouds of the dawning rise
That sailed like a gentle sigh.
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I'll follow my heart
Wherever it takes me
Over the hillsides and valleys of green,
I'll walk across meadows
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I was told that
That there was a beautiful sunset
Last evening,
That lit the sky
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Songbirds fly and songbirds sing
Such a sense of joy they bring,
The day is new
The sky is blue
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