Ernestine Northover Poems

Our earth is globally mirrored within small tear shaped droplets,
Something that is magical, yet real.
Swallowed so greedily by the dehydrated blue tits,
Quenching thirsts, from time primordial.
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On the shore our footprints are engulfed by the rippling tide,
Their marks defined, then visible no more.
Nothing at all to show that we have ever passed this way,
Along a lonely shale strewn windy shore.
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Green fields edged with hedgerows,
Wild flowers enticing the bees,
Yellow buttercups and daisies,
Undulate in the evening breeze.
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Poem by my Great Niece - Kitty Cotton aged 12 years.

I was on the beach the other day,
and I found a mirror.
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As laughter bubbled in my throat,
a smile began to form.
My chuckle was an anecdote,
and eased the inner storm.
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Lord, when you look down and view your earth,
Does seeing it, bring you tears or mirth.
Do you always guide us from our birth,
Are our lives to you, of any worth.
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She watched the flames as they flickered up the coals,
and felt the warmth emanate from them.

Not a real fire, of course,
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If your day, doesn’t go your way,
try not to sigh, but go apply
a cheerful grin,
stick out that chin,
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We should value the fact that our precious earth,
is spinning around for all it is worth.
And because it is, we must not scoff,
for if it stopped whirling, we’d all fall off,
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In bloom, the Rose of Sharon, with its honey yellow hue,
Along with the graceful Jasmine, Clematis and Lilac too.
Followed by the Buddleia, that the butterflies so love,
Sedum, Quince and Penstemon, and the tall Foxglove.
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