ANDREW BLAKEMORE Poems

Into my heart a cruel wind blows
That chills my blood as I now mourn,
For all the scenes that once spread far
Across the verdant land,
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Arise Sunday morning as sunlight's appearing,
And shines on the meadow through sillhouette trees,
The skies are aglow with a palette of colour,
As whispers of cloud ride the cool gentle breeze.
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And so my heart does sing for thee
My love will last eternally
And reach into infinity
Where once so barren lain.
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The leaves are slowly turning
As September slips away,
Now soon the chill of wintertime
Will yield those skies of grey,
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I live in the highlands with valleys and mountains,
Working the soil where I spend all my days,
For this is my home I was born and was raised in,
A crofter my father I learned from his ways.
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A way to find my love again
To rid me of my endless pain
And give me shelter from the rain
There stands the open gate.
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The peaks of Snowdonia rise to the sky
And the scenery here so divine,
The pastures of green and the ranges before me
That glow as the sunlight does shine,
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Fly like the wind with my love for a loved one,
I hope it does reach her before it's too late,
Travel so quick and stop all hope from fading,
For I know now that my love cannot wait.
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As cloud now lies upon the hills
That cuts their peaks like scything blades,
Engulfing then the emerald slopes
And turning them to grey
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My eyes can see what lies before
And nothing that is left behind,
For all the days that I have lived
No more than memories in my mind.
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