Ernestine Northover Poems

I’m on my own,
alone.
But I mustn’t let it get me down,
I mustn’t frown.
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A Thames barge bobbed about on a choppy sea,
Its brown canvas sails welcoming the winds strength.
One sturdy craft, well built with good width and length,
Making its way towards the wooden jetty.
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Heart shaped stones held in one’s hands,
are so soothing to the touch,
Said to free our thoughts from stress,
As with fingers we caress
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The singer sang a soft refrain,
standing so still out in the rain.
With such emotion she did sing
to whom this song, did appertain.
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Waking up to the morning’s pattering rain,
Tapping relentlessly on the windowpane.
I struggled hard to try and ascertain,
By looking outside towards the weathervane,
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Seagulls, swooping, diving and squawking,
Bombarding the populace, who are out walking,
Miles away from their aqueous home,
So far inland now, do they roam,
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On dreamer's hill I often sit,
And let the fantasies appear,
By gentle coaxing, the mind is lit,
With images so very clear.
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Along the cliffs,
the Swifts,
dart and dive through early drifting mists.
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Our lovely Sadie, is a lovely lady,
A lady shrewd, a lady who'd
Give a guy, the winking eye,
Then turn with a giggle, and give him a wiggle
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As pilgrims on the road of life,
We journey on with hope,
Through the joy, and through the strife,
Our own kaleidoscope.
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