Angela Wybrow Poems
|442.||Dole Not Coal||3/5/2014|
|443.||The 'Potato' Poem||5/19/2012|
|446.||The Coventry Squirrels||8/12/2011|
|448.||I Wish I Were A Chocolatier||11/8/2014|
|450.||My Feathered Friend||11/27/2011|
|452.||Chocolate Chicken Curry||2/23/2014|
|456.||The Choir Rehearsal||8/1/2011|
|458.||My Favourite Food||8/1/2011|
|460.||Spring: New Beginnings||6/4/2011|
|461.||Grey Skies In July||7/17/2012|
|465.||My Favourite Things||6/13/2011|
|467.||Hot Air Balloon||9/5/2012|
|468.||A Spring Morning||3/19/2012|
|469.||The Missing Sock||2/22/2013|
|471.||The Colours Of My Life||11/25/2013|
|472.||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. ...
A Different Light
My little grandson, who is only just three,
Was snuggled one night upon my knee,
When he said something, which he'd not said before:
'Grandad", he said, 'You're a rusty old dinosaur! '
Children see the world with such innocent eyes,
But the words they dispense are not always wise;
Sometimes their words can seem hurtful and cold,
And their observations are quite literal and bold.