Cathy Hodgson Poems
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Every morning it's a trip to the Sea.
To watch the ships as they flee.
Oh Bessie can't you see,
He's never coming back to thee.
In the storm his bow did rip.
That's when he made his last trip.
Her mind just won't let it be.
It's his face she longs to see.
At the old bench is where she'll see.
The love she's lost..
On Heaven's Sea..
The House On The
The trees they sway and reflect from the broken glass window
The flash from the approaching electrical storm is the only light seen from it's pane.
The torn curtain looks like a human disfigured and old..
Watching for the uninvited guest
The old black iron gate makes for a nervous moan.
As it sways with the wind.
In the distance a wolf cry's as the moon is covered by a dark cloud.