ANDREW BLAKEMORE Poems

The river does shine in the valley of sunlight
As it flows gently around rock and stone,
Its sound is like music from heaven that's playing
It roams and it wanders as I watch alone.
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The clouds on the mountains like smoke are descending
And cloaking the sunlight they gather with force,
A storm is approaching with rumbles of thunder
And flashes of lightning that follow their course,
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Upon the platform here I wait
And watch the rain come pouring down,
No other soul for company
To pass the time away,
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Where'er the sweetest river flows
I long that land to be my home,
Where I shall walk with my true love
Amongst the hills of green,
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The flowers lay upon the lawn
A tribute on each sad bouquet,
The fond farewells and blessings
To a loved one who had died,
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Now as the candle flickers and
The wick is burning low,
Amidst the still and darkened room
Lit only by its glow,
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While sunlight rises in the sky
And clouds upon the hills do lie,
While silver streams and rivers flow
And restless winds do surely blow,
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Although you are not near me
And so many miles away,
You're in my dream forever
And I dream of you each day,
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What works of art and tender love
That touch my soul so deeply now,
And yield a sense of peace and calm
Whene'er I look and see,
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Without a direction
For each way seems wrong,
With nowhere to wander
No place I belong,
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