Paul Holmes Poems

There are sparrows in the hedgerows
All aflutter and sounding distraught,
Twittering and constantly muttering
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Upon an old cottage window-sill

Within a white chipped vase
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Another curtain fall
As the crimson sun
Fades, and dies;
Scarlet streaks
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He bent down to touch the flower
Whose cup was drooping, full of rain,
And, emptying it onto the grass
He saw it spring to life again;
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First they came in twos,
Dropping down from the sky,
Signalling a happy time
For each child’s watchful eye.
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I don’t have to wait till night
To see a star shine so bright
For, on the grass I see you there,
A lone white star that makes me stare
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