chris dawson Poems

There she is, that moment born,
He’en sent from above.
Weak and helpless, needy too,
dependent on your love.
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Silently and peacefully he lies there in his bed

His god assuredly watches him
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Shadow, companion to those who take rest,
you that expands yourself in the drowsy eye of the fading light,
why do you sometimes lurk,
create fear,
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Challenge not the questions why
Take note and heed them well
Stand back, observe the queried sort
Not befall that which befell
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Drongo’s up at Court again
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Brazen sky
That dares to challenge the despondency of my winter
With your resplendent vigour
Scale and vitality
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A profligate professor peruses those before
Wide-eyed absorbed disciples
Whose souls cry out for more
Fixed upon his every word
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Scarecrow, Seagull, Dustbin and me
all set out for a day by the sea.
A jam jar, a bottle, a nest made of twigs,
a chutney from Putney, consisting of figs.
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Come sit on my knee boy
Come sit on my knee
Come sit on my knee boy
What will be will be
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A left a right, and keep it tight
The trainer barks it out
And through the gloom, this dingy room
There’s no doubt about this bout
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