Allan James Saywell
Christmas Island


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If I Could Fly Like A Bird
If I could fly like a bird
I would soar like an angel
Through the valley of death
Through the tunnel of the great white light
A Walk Through A Cemetry
The path was narrow and cobbled in sandstone
Birds warbled and squabbled and pecked sweet honey
From brilliant flowers, that flowered a tree
Just like a still life that sit on an easel
Children Of The World
A child of the world
Will always gaze
With wonder
At a picture book
Nowhere Man
Many, many years ago
He was cast out on his own
Freedom come, freedom go
Nowhere to lay his head
Well - -Do You
Do you love me Henry
Well when I wake
Of a morning Martha
At first light
A Love Letter To Any Woman
Even though you write your poetry
While the stars burn
With a deep fire
You think my love is a vile phrase
In a perfect marriage
Within a bad relationship
A free spirit
Can become a trapped animal
Daughter Of Mine
How many times can a sunrise
Or can a sunset
How many faces can a man see
Or places he know
Funny Weed
The poet took a drag of his funny weed
He sucked it into his lungs
It went to what was left of his brain
His face lit up like a xmas tree and
you are born naked
they cover you with cloth
for the rest of your life
when you die

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