A vagrant or travelling gypsy
I would sometimes like to be,
Sleeping in fields and hedgerows
Whilst the stars shone down on me.
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I cannot recall
Words you said in the Fall,
In those long ago days
Of October...
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Together they wandered hand in hand
Across the beauty of the land
Until they saw the golden sand
From England's hills and vales.
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Forty Word Poem:
On re-reading his tattered letter
Received many years ago,
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Every smile becomes a poem
Every prayer, a Holy Verse
A dream becomes a simple sonnet
As my happy thoughts disperse.
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All nature calls from early dawn
In England in the spring
When tiny lambs demure are born
And United Kingdom choirs sing.
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She walked up the Aisle in gown of white
Her vows to make ~ wedded bliss to begin.
Tonight will be a romantic night
When true love unlocks the rapture within.
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Forty Words:
His darling went aroaming
Waving a casual goodbye.
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Veronica, Veronica, such a Saintly name,
She carefully cleansed the Face of Jesus
When He was almost lame...
Walking along the 'Dolorosa'
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Forty Word Poem.
Twilight melodies seldom deceive
A picture of wonderment they weave.
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