Ray Moore

Family now that life has left me
And l lie amid the clay,
Cold the comfort that surrounds me
And these black crows, here to pray.
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This is the life l love to lead, this is the life l led l roam among Gods early peace, while the laggard lies abed,
Never with more gladsome mind, do l hear the blackbirds song
And yet with ever small regret, feel time move me along.
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The fingers of long shadows reach, bid a 'goodnight' to the sun
And weary bones will travel home, to each and every one,
There's a peace settles on England's length, a peace that so instils,
A golden silence on the land, its fields and distant hills.
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The Fox lies in the long grass, in a ditch round pastures wide
He watches men in harmony, his smile is very wide,
For as they swing their scythes and sweat, the cornfield dwindles
too
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The sound of children's laughter, as they pass to school
each day
Will a madman press a button soon, and blow the world away,
Can the children's laughter always stay, to drive away the
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How often do l sit awhile, drown in your eyes,
infectious smile
How often lay, on stormy night, and stroke your
face, say 'its alright',
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The Butcher, who on market's seek
with ribald jokes to sell his meat
While there on hooks, devoid of pelt,
hang creatures who just yesterday-
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