chris spurrell Poems

The place I like to be on a stormy day
Is down on the shore with a rolling sea
The waves are so high they seem to touch the sky
And the salty spray will sting your eyes
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The coutryside is quiet and serene
And men in red coats can be seen
Riding through fields and over the stiles
Those horses must run for miles and miles
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Golden sunsets in deep blue skies in the island of my dreams
With waterfalls cascading down and trees of rich deep green
The birds of many colours flying in and out their branches
So many different songs they sing a choir across the land
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Daffodils and Bluebells are covering the ground
The countryside is alive with colour and sound
Gone are the frost and the cold wind that blew
Now spring has arrived and everything's new
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The spring planting was done and fruits ripen under the sun
The farmers have worked hard through the year
Now is the time to reap what they sowed
The wheat and the barley are about to be mowed
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Born in the yearof eighteen seventy four
This great man was the son of a lord
Well educated at Harrow and Sandhurst
He joined the army on his twenty first
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You hang up in a darken sky
And millions of stars are by your side
The constellations all around you lie
Now and then a comet will pass you by
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From colours untold to winter white
From hot sunny days to snow and ice
From warm mellow evenings to an icy chill
And long winter evenings we have to fill.
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Give to the children a world that is free
From all kinds of anger frustration and greed
This world as it is now is no place to be
Are your eyes open do you really see
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The sound of the birds this summer morn
Singing so sweetly as they herald the dawn
Their morning chorus sung for all to hear
Can anything be sweeter for all our ears
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