Ernestine Northover Poems

I've suddently become an OAP,
It's not something that I wanted to be,
There's nothing one can do,
It's like contracting the flu,
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Branches naked against skies of blue,
Skeletons all, with summer gone,
Stark and rigid, in morbid hue,
Oh, so sad now, to look upon.
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I was once a 'budding' ballerina,
With all the right outfits to wear,
There never was anyone keener,
I had point shoes and tutus to spare.
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Pinks, peaches, blues, greys and mauves,
Clouds that cross the sky in droves,
Gently drifting and as they go,
Create such pictures all aglow,
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Against a clear and deep blue sky,
One tree stretched tall, its branches high,
And stiffly they, of movement none,
Stood true and straight, their course to run.
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Shadows creep stealthily across the lawn,
Whilst night, unruffled, defies the dawn,
And the moon released from day's embrace,
Smiling, wakes up and shows his face
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He stood on the deck,
the sun, shining on his face.

The sails billowed as they took up the force of the wind,
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Hello Boys! She drawled with a low sexy voice,
Swinging her foot onto a chair,
Her skirt separated and was showing her thighs,
Which caused all the 'fellas' to 'stare'!
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Come to the theatre, discern the actions, there on the stage,
With actors giving you their all, your interest to engage,
The light, scenery and music, the atmosphere is great,
There's drama, and there's comedy, it's a chance to celebrate.
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A spider spins a micro fine thread, her gentle web to weave,
It is with awe, that we behold this art, one can't believe
This work, viewed on a frosty morn, portrays pieces of fragile lace,
How can a tiny creature create these patterns, with silent grace.
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