To my teacher who’s noble worth I do escrue,
Such honour worthy men bestow,
To learning, and desire for truth.
To noble thought, and knowledge to impart,
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A little touch of colour
More delicate than a spider's web
That hangs arrayed with dew.
Apon the orchard gate,
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In January's cold gloom
When shiver we must,
Armed with camera out we go
Forgetting all this winter's frost
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Oft did I wander as a child
On the hills above the town,
Away from calling voices, loud,
To be alone, rejoicing in the world I found,
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Across the gulf of gardens
Your Christmas lights are clear.
Blinking on and off they
Bring a message of good cheer.
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The computer is a thing that gobbles time –
And though deny it, tis true he gobbles mine!
And thought be quicker here in theory,
The everlasting searching, makes me weary!
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When shops held no bananas and orange were rare
But when a copper spoke to you: you simply had to care.
When the teacher said, “be quiet” the silence could be heard,
Now everyone is shouting and no one hears a word.
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Down the steps against he wall
A mass of glory all outspread,
White, white wing and coal black head.
Body askew, already dead.
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I cannot bear this summer heat
I'll go out on the balcony,
Where stars are clear
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It's with much joy and happiness
I come to visit you
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