ivor or ivor.e hogg Poems

Here where once there used to be.
A quiet village cemetery
A hallowed place in which to find
Tranquillity and peace of mind.
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Mutual antipathy

monotetra
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Not even a knight bannerette.

Today some wannabees long to be
part of the aristocracy.
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Hidden watcher.

The salt marsh stretches endlessly
and forms a perfect habitat
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Mans boundless curiosity
is not and will never be
satisfied sufficiently
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Glosa a tribute to
Katherine Tynan 1859-1931.

Not soon, shall I forget.
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Over the hills.

Beyond the distant hills there lies.
A wonderland a paradise.
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Maybe.

Perhaps our dreams are prophecies,
in which we see what is to be.
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The rifles bark their last salute.
To say farewell to a comrade.
The tears of mourners follow suit.
The last post sounds: A serenade
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Scotland Calling.

A land of glens and mountain streams.
Chuckling softly as they flow
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