ANDREW BLAKEMORE Poems

And as I watch the breaking dawn
The sun begins to rise,
Above the scarlet clouds within
The early morning skies,
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I feel I belong here I don't want to leave it,
The sounds and the beauty of sights that I've seen,
Which capture my heart with a sweet understanding,
And thus fill my soul with its peace so serene.
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As dawn does stir the sleeping night
That gripped the woodland with its chill
Through faintest mist and frosted trees
The ghostly sun does rise,
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I'll see you in my dreams my dear
I'll keep you in my heart,
I'll think of you each day I live
Each second we're apart,
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With clouded skies above me I do climb this winding pathway,
And yet I feel that I am not alone,
So many years have passed and yet its secrets still remain there,
Within that place they laid that ancient stone.
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Golden Cap views from its peak so enchanting
Across the blue waters to Lyme Regis bay,
The fine pearl of Dorset her Cobb and the harbour
Her houses a paint-box of colour this day.
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Old Airstons was a friendly place
Where with my mother I would go,
When but a child it stood upon
The busy Anchor Road,
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What joy has filled my empty heart
For so long starved of love,
My spirit floating through the air
And on the clouds above.
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No soul can live without it
For a precious thing indeed,
That's born out of compassion
In the effort to succeed,
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The brittle twigs upon the bough
So frail that surely time must break,
As now this elm bereft of life
Can't brave the winds no more,
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