Ann Odger Poems

The many places I have seen in pages of the magazine,
home to the friends who love to talk of countryside they often walk.
Silent Valley where no bird sings, silent songsters on vibrant wings,
beauty that takes your breath away leaving you with nothing to say.
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Crossing the Clyde, a wonderful sight, reflections of water in the light,
pass through Paisley a popular town, (I'll stop and shop on the way down)
Reach Kilwinning and get a car to Annie's flat, it isn't far.
Peace and quiet is what I'll get, time to blether, no chance to fret.
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I sat and watched you in your sleep
and held your hand afraid to move
the time was close when I would weep
the last things said were words of love.
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