Angela Wybrow Poems
|441.||Farewell To Summer||8/31/2012|
|442.||Cycling In The Countryside||4/18/2013|
|443.||Girls' Night Out||9/24/2011|
|445.||On Equal Ground||5/20/2013|
|446.||The Seller Of Dreams||7/5/2013|
|450.||This Is London||11/25/2015|
|451.||A World Without Water||3/23/2012|
|453.||Dole Not Coal||3/5/2014|
|456.||I Wish I Were A Chocolatier||11/8/2014|
|458.||My Feathered Friend||11/27/2011|
|460.||Chocolate Chicken Curry||2/23/2014|
|461.||My Favourite Food||8/1/2011|
|463.||The 'Potato' Poem||5/19/2012|
|464.||Spring: New Beginnings||6/4/2011|
|465.||Grey Skies In July||7/17/2012|
|467.||Hot Air Balloon||9/5/2012|
|472.||My Favourite Things||6/13/2011|
|473.||A Spring Morning||3/19/2012|
|474.||The Colours Of My Life||11/25/2013|
|476.||The Missing Sock||2/22/2013|
|477.||A Headful Of Thoughts||10/30/2011|
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A Headful Of Thoughts
I'm lying here, wide awake
Trying hard to get some sleep;
But my brain is totally buzzing,
So it's useless counting sheep!
My mind is manically racing,
Thinking of words and ideas;
I think of the sad poem that I just wrote,
And my eyes suddenly fill up with tears.
I need to get some sleep,
As I'm actually pretty tired;
But my brain is so alive:
Like, it's been electrically wired!
Many times, I've had new thoughts,
And jumped out of my cosy bed,
To quickly grab a pen and paper,
And jot them down before they leave my head. ...
Pontins At Hemsby
Here I stand, not far from the sea:
No longer a place where folk want to be.
I remember the day they padlocked my gate
On that fateful day in two-thousand-and-eight.
For many a year, I could proudly boast
To be the best holiday camp on the East coast,
But, for my last thirty years, there was many a sign
That my popularity was now on the decline.