Rosi Caswell Poems

O' Hanlon is the name,
And smuggling was the game.
A little highway robbery,
To balance society's snobbery.
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We all went to Dorset steam fair
In the year 2001.
The 33rd year of this wonderful fair,
And we loved it all and one
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The realms of love are infinite
Just like the paths of life.
And I will do my best to guide you,
Through the toil and strife.
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There's a mighty storm raging overhead,
And my old dog she raises her head.
As I rush down the stairs in anticipation,
Of her fear and panic and trepidation.
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What can I give you child of the future,
Child of the Universe grand?
Only my wisdom, calmness and peace,
Through years of making a stand.
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I hear your words from down the years
Old woman of the wise.
Since last we met, I've had my share
Of laughter and of tears.
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Find the strength of diamond,

To polish the colours of the mind.
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We fought them on the Spanish Main,
With flashing sword and gun.
A bright and colourful picture we,
As we made those rascals run.
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Gypsy fires burning bright.

Flames leaping higher in the night,
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S.A.D, the name is simply right.
It's how I feel when there is no light.
No sunshine sparkling in any room.
Just heavy black, oppressive gloom.
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