Paul Reed Poems

A pebble collected

A piece of paper, crumpled and torn
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The grass seemed reborn in it's green
Having been warmed and defrosted
By the midday sun and now in a scene
That the ice no longer accosted
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Everything is ready
As I take the morning air
Everything is in front of me
As Spring begins it’s repair
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We wait until all things are still
And a glorious and guidng hand settles gently
We stand becalmed in the glow of the moment
That we have waited for so fervently
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As the morning breaks
We go our separate ways
But always think of each other;
We do our own things
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Littlehaven lies in the wintery harbour
Waiting for shrieks and screams and laughter
Waiting to reflect the heat off walls
Into the blissful evenings after;
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You were destined to be the last
Those glorious, heady days that passed!
With your bud hidden away
Waiting for another day;
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Where no home belongs
But cold, bare walls
That let the wind whistle through,
So the year for this time longs
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When is the day
When I will be set free?
When will I hear the voice
Calling out to me?
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Short now the long-waited time
When bounteous Spring will return,
With every day it gets nearer
The season for which I yearn;
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