ANDREW BLAKEMORE Poems

That winter's night the sky did glow
A flaming amber 'neath the stars,
As the city blazed the bombs lit up
The old cathedral spire,
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We were pinned down by the gun fire
In that scorching desert heat,
Outnumbered by the enemy
Yet we swore we'd not retreat,
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If only we were made of stone
Our hearts would never break,
Alas we are but flesh and bone
And therefore we must ache.
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In Firestone where oak meets pine
A woodland that is so divine,
Its pathway crazed and strewn with cone
The ground is dry and hard as stone,
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Clouds in the sky on the deep blue horizon,
Sail in the wind and are lit by the sun,
As white as the snowfall that lies on the mountains,
Changing and moving like avalanche run.
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And as the sun does sink behind
Those dark and distant hills,
A halo of its afterglow
Does light the evening skies,
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Against the sky of palest blue
The poplar trees stood straight and tall,
And towered above the rooftops
Casting shadows down beneath.
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Around the lake the trees surround
Reflections on the water shine,
And deepest blue the autumn sky
A picture that is so divine,
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Put aside your differences
Forget about the past,
Forgive those who've upset you
And don't let that feeling last,
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Monday was sunny
The day was so fair,
I watched the leaves falling
Through still autumn air.
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