Angela Wybrow Poems

I remember the night
When I walked upon air;
It was one of those nights
So incredibly rare.
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Even when you are not by my side,
Within my dreams you seem to hide.
I saw you last night as I slept –
Dreams like these I wish could be kept.
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For those of us who are naturally quiet,
Starting a new job can feel like a riot.
You drum up the courage to walk through the door,
But you’re still feeling nervous and really unsure.
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Of forms, you have quite an array,
Including roasted, boiled and sautéed.
As trendy wedges or chunky chips,
You like nothing better than being dipped.
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Dawn is the time when darkness becomes light;
A time when darkness disappears from sight.
The ashen veil slowly fades away,
To reveal another brand new day.
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Near Coventry Cathedral, upon the green,
A group of grey squirrels can often be seen.
Squirrel food can be bought from the gift shop,
Where many of the City’s tourists do often stop.
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By the ocean, you feel yourself being called:
You just can’t resist, so you go grab your board.
The world all around you seems to disappear;
From everyday problems, your mind is now clear.
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I'm stood in the rehearsal room,
Going through my lines.
I glance at my watch:
It is very nearly time.
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The first signs of spring are now in the air.
To show their faces, the flowers now dare.
Crocuses have appeared - purple and gold:
They’re no longer afraid of the biting cold.
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A gust of wind dislodges it from its bed;
It travels upwards and drifts far overhead.

It climbs on higher and then higher still;
It seems to possess its own free will.
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