Gill Moore

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Nanny Spider, over here!
we hear the children laugh and cheer
come on nanny, quick! they shout
you've got to blow your candles out
...

Don't cry for me when I'm not here
but treasure all that I hold dear
find me where the snowflakes dance
and on the sea wild horses prance
...

We sit in her garden
drinking our tea
the sun on our backs
and a biscuit for me
...

The pheasant in my garden
is quite a noisy chap
he has a splendid coat of gold
and quite the greenest cap
...

To dream sometimes
what might have been
as flower petals fade
to try to keep on smiling
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Forty riders on the line
watch the gate for starting time
engines running, goggles down
to win the race achieve the crown
...

7.

A golden cake a wedding bell
and old tyme music softly tell
of Italy, love and romance
a soldier and his girl who danced
...

The herd of friesians are no more
the marsh is empty now
where once they stood and chewed the cud
no more the grazing cow
...

I cannot sleep
it's half past four
as I creep gently out the door
coat on - cup of tea in hand
...

High in a november sky
as Temple Tuttle passes by
and all around the village sleeps
I witness one of natures feats
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Who will tend my garden
when the day comes I'm not here
I'm not afraid of dying
just to leave what I hold dear
...

My today was someones tomorrow
someone with things to do
someone with people who loved them
so sad but so very true
...

I try to keep bright
but I'm feeling so low
my Trudy's been ill Jill
didn't you know
...

Glittering stars
in an inky black sky
in a tropical garden
gazing up high
...

Though his racing days are over
on the marsh he'll gently graze
where he'll spend his last remaining years
sharing all his days
...

One sunny august afternoon
when all the world seemed out of tune
we stood in a garden by the Thames
drinking coffee clutching hems
...

In a norman church
on the edge of the marsh
we gathered together
one bright day in March
...

Hamlets dotted just like pearls
strung out along the river
cool breezes in the apple orchard
make the blossom quiver
...

Quite the most romantic room
topped the marble stair
where Charles De Gaulle had stood one day
to wed his wife so fair
...

I wandered up and down the paths
I could have walked for hours
They grew so graceful wild and free
I marvelled at the flowers
...

The Best Poem Of Gill Moore

80 Years Young

Nanny Spider, over here!
we hear the children laugh and cheer
come on nanny, quick! they shout
you've got to blow your candles out
Happy birthday! one, two, three!
I've got no puff, you must help me

So round the cake all holding hands
with age no bar, this happy band
blow out the candles, laugh with glee
and gaily have a birthday tea

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