Ernestine Northover Poems

The waiting room was empty
when she entered through the door,
The train whistle reminded her,
of what she was here for.
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In Stratford-on-Avon,
A Poet’s true haven,
We met as great pals,
The men and the gals.
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A lonely pebble on a distant beach,
A castaway, tossed out of reach.
A solitary burden on this earth left,
A wanderer now, and so bereft.
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The Tea Room,
with the chatter, and the clatter
of crockery
as each lady
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Cornucopia,
Goat's horn, flowers, fruit and corn,
All in abundance.
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Within my soul there lies a secret place,
Where I store away my lovely thoughts of you,
And when needed bring to mind your tender face,
Such a potent reminder of a love so true.
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An old scarecrow stood with his arms akimbo,
Thinking his dull life was now in limbo,
He somehow, never seemed to scare the crows,
He had tried hard enough, heaven knows.
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The wind swirls leaves in all directions,
Tumbling them down upon this earth,
Releasing them from their connections,
To inhabit yet another berth.
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I'm staring at the carpet, trying to pick out a pattern in my mind.

Ideas float about with no resting place.
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Parky the penguin felt so low,
He didn’t really like the snow,
Or the blustery winds that blow
Across his icy world.
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