ANDREW BLAKEMORE Poems

Upon the shaded corner
Of this cold and windswept road,
There stands a little sweet shop
Almost hidden out of sight.
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I look across the autumn fields
So brown and bare for cut and turned,
By blades of plough that scarred the land
Where summer wheat did sway,
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So long without a job he's been
And cannot make ends meet,
He wears an extra jumper
For he can't afford the heat,
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As the year sadly draws to an end
There's another soul lost,
And for now as I weep all alone
I'm left counting the cost.
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My dreams floating by like the wind often changes,
Moving in patterns through all space and time,
Winding their way over hilltops and mountains,
Sharing their sounds they are lost in a rhyme.
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The wind carries me through the bright astral blue skies,
Green hills and mountains I look down below,
I see all the valleys the flowers and creatures,
Bathing in sunshine the river does flow.
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I'm blessed to see the mountains
And the rivers flowing by
And to see the skies of deepest blue,
The colours of the flowers
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The dew upon the clover falls
As night time ends and morning calls
The moss upon the ancient walls
Does clad the resting stones,
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I push my window open wide
The sounds of morning drift inside,
I hear the dove
High up above
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