Michael Morris

There was a young lady called Grace
And she had a beautiful face
When she went for a run
In the park for some fun
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On Saturday we all baked bread,
Gracie and Maddy and me.
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An Abandoned Church
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'Do you think I should get a motor-bike? '
said Gracie to her Mum.
'Not this year, dear, ' her Mum replied,
'Some books might be more fun'
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To lie with you and love you
To caress you only
With my eyes
Whilst beside me,
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Passion not spent but changed now,
Into the gold of trust.
Moving together as one how,
True dancing partners must.
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Communication
To ring a friend we know is sad
To share good news when we are glad
These things we do without a thought
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His sleep had been deep and restful.
He awoke in the still, dark night.
All traces of fever had left him
And soon it would be light.
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Winter
Last night grey Winter made his first foray
And stole away kind Autumn’s russet cloak.
Where on the grass where tumbling leaves did play
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Tongue in cheek
My hands are red and chapped and sore
Because the winter wind doth blow.
My body, frozen to the core,
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I've never really liked cold apple pie.
I hate it when the crust is hard and dry,
And the apples sliced and baked within
Drip sticky syrup down your chin,
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When I was small I thought my Gran
Was there just for my sake
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A sentinel stands at the edge of the curb
In a coat of the brightest yellow

Her stance alert, in her gaudy garb
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Memorial?
A meal prepared by loving hands,
Feeds more than bodies, it feeds souls.
And binds us closer with those bands
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In morning's early hours
When books pall
And reverie drifts in,
I think, at times,
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I know you don’t like candied peel, Bill, and can’t abide the taste
But see things from my point of view, Bill, what about the waste?
If I should pick all candied peel from packs of my mixed fruit
Should I just add more sultanas, or raisins, would that suit?
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To cruel, hard hands,
The willow will not yield.
To force it is to break it.
It must be lead, gently,
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Salt-Dough
'Let's make some salt-dough! ' Gracie cried.
And Grandad sighed, 'O.K.'
(Her Mum and Dad had left the child
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As if within a gallery
Of sculptures made of bone and skin,
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A chink of light from a curtained room,
When all without seems dark and drear.
An opening door with a welcoming creak
And eyes that have known no hate or fear.
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