Bill Wright Poems

The old man looked up, glasses on head
Sitting in his own chair, by the fireplace.
Aye, I know what you want to do, he said
As he went to the table, and cleared a space.
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Christmas is a happy time,
With family, presents and food,
Goodwill we wish to all men,
And toasting the common good.
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Indo-China, a land of contrasts,
Of beauty and the beast,
Conflict after conflict,
And mankind at its worst.
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I'll always remember
Our walks up the Braes
A regular feature
Of all those Sundays
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I am blue and shining. Three dimensional.
I reflect everything you see.
My view depends on where you stand
Accurate, distorted - the choice is yours.
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Clang

Clang, clang, clang
The rivets sang,
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The last train rumbles out
The smell of soot fills the air
Midnight strikes.
Late night revellers stagger home
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Wow, I recall Varanasi.
The spectacle, a kaleidoscope of colour
A cacophony of noise. Crowds milling
Devotedly. Mother Ganges in full flow.
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Yes, I love Edinburgh
The smells, the sights, the sounds
The Festival, autumnal August
Wonderful. The crowds up on the Mound
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