john (called jack) wren

It's a place where silence
has the loudest voice
from those who lie there
though not by choice
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Sweetest of Isles I look at thee
nestled in yonder turbulent sea
shining like diamonds every day
guarding the entrance of the bay
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Ribbon and tinsel, holly and berry
it's the festive season, time to make merry
there's cards and presents, snow on the ground
carols in church make an angelic sound.
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Wee sleek thrower of the soil
under the ground you're made to toil
on heaps of earth we see your stamp
on meadow and wood where're you camp
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Creeping merrily twix affable leaf
in search of her morning aperitif
this vision with the brightest of eye
smiles as she teases the Sun in the sky.
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I look to the hills that He created
for help from Him who is venerated
to guide me when my foot doth stray
and be my help from day to day.
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Bobbing in and out of the old stone wall
looking for insects large or small
nervous, as she flits to and fro
into the hedgerows forever on the go
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You can hear the Devil groan
now the Lamb's back on the throne
His blood shed our sins are sealed
blood as red as poppies in the field
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Around the bay sit meadows sweet
where cow and sheep softly roam
and meandering walls of stone compete
with ramblings of bramble and thorn.
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As time goes by and we grow old
every wrinkle lies in its fold
the head of hair once our pride
keeps receding like the tide
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The Goddess of Dawn spreads her arms
and gazes on the world below, then her
rosy fingers bathe the land
in a wonderful warming glow.
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As I gently brushed aside
the outer coat of leaf
my eyes did rest most satisfied
on the pride of Spring beneath.
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It looked to all and sundry
like a piece of tree bark
with texture and colour
its distinctive trademark.
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I am the sky on a moonlit night
that bathes your face in its shining light
I am the winds refreshing breeze
who rustles leaves up in the trees.
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I hear the voice of Samuel
so vivid and clear
Midst the green fields of Anwoth
proclaiming Jerusalem is here.
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Among the fields of barley
and the threshing room floor
the wings of a garment
sealed their love for evermore
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I do not come with fine words or wisdom
I come in weakness, fear and trembling
our faith rests not in words or wisdom
but on God's Spirit, His Power and Calling.
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The favoured squirrels of Fleet wood
don't go to Tesco's for their food
it's delivered to them free of charge
by angels dressed in camouflage
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Your dainty puffed up cheeks
blow out fragrance from within
sending my nose in turmoil
and my head in a spin.
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There was a young maid from Hopwood
who could be naughty or good
she would wink at young men
but only now and then
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