Ernestine Northover Poems

Heavy are my thoughts of you tonight,
You, who's face fills me with sheer delight,
You, whispering in my head through dreams so real,
Why is it, that I so cherish what I feel.
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The leading man walked onto the stage,
the house lights dimmed, a hush descended,
the play was about to begin.
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Out in our boat,
lazily afloat,
Drifting along,
current so strong.
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How eager are the children as they look up into the sky,
Reacting to a theatre of sound, colour and light,
A euphoria of expectation, the holding of breath,
The lighting of the bonfire, on top sits the awesome guy,
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Winds whistle through the trees,
The breeze whispers and sends the leaves,
To glance off an unsuspecting tree trunk,
And then to execute a spirited bunk,
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A holly wreath hung on the door,
Or presents strewn across the floor,
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Why are Winter's dull days, so depressing,
And if it's cold as well, very distressing.
Especially, if it's damp,
It gives one's joints the cramp,
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Perfect is the day,
When the sun, with golden ray,
Lifts your soul, for just a while,
Causing you to raise a smile.
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My pen is poised, what shall I write,
The mind is 'dark', it needs some light,
Some 'inspiration' would be enough
To trigger the fingers and do a rough
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Look at the different coloured leaves,
Swaying gently with the breeze,
Lovely reds, browns and greens,
All waiting to fall from the trees.
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