Angela Wybrow Poems

Sadly for me, we're not often near:
We only meet about twice a year.
But I think about her every day:
About the things she does and the things she says.
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A bookshop received a note - very brief,
From a suddenly repentant petty thief,
Saying ‘Here is a cheque for £20 - the fee
For two yoga books unpaid for in 1973'!
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Like an Aztec temple, there it stood,
With its polished floor of maple wood.
Upon its stage, the dance bands played,
While couples danced the night away.
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Upon the ground lies a blanket of snow;
The sky up above me is all of a glow.
Snowflakes fall softly about my face:
Slowly at first, then picking up pace.
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Snowflakes swirl all around my face,
As Santa's sleigh picks up the pace.
I can barely believe my own two eyes,
As we suddenly take off into the skies.
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You can imagine our delight
When we found the old bomb-site:
A huge crater in the ground
On the outskirts of our town.
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All around me, folks' spirits were high,
But I just wanted to sit there and cry.
Having just had a really big shock,
Inside of me, my voice was now locked.
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The Mill bell tolls just before dawn,
To wake sleeping workers snuggled up warm.
Workers pour in through the Mill gate,
Knowing there'll be trouble if they are late.
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The starting pistol cracks:
Now there's no going back.
My thoughts are collected.
The air is pure electric.
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I sometimes wish I were a robot:
Inner feelings? I'd delete the lot!
Feelings can make life complicated;
I consider that feelings are over-rated.
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