ian westwood Poems

Noble artery,
Linking land and sea.
How I marvel at your rise and fall,
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White lines, blue signs, ghost light defines
THE MOTORWAY,
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A spontaneous short poem, entitled, THE BRANCH BREAKS:

THE BRANCH BREAKS:
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The night is black,
The town is black,
The falling snow at night
Is white,
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The night is long,
The man is strong,
The women weep,
The children sleep.
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Dusk laced in glistening winter mist,
The sadness of an ageing hand,
Once young and gently kissed.
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Ablaze with colour
On this winter night,
Thankful for all the talents
upon my person bestowed,
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On summer days in times long gone
on tattered cycle I did tread
those endless miles in search of love
as does the tireless, timeless dove
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If love is not what it seems
If love is not what it seems,
And days grow dark on awakening,
It is time for me to depart,
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WHERE CAN I GO TO NOW?

Where can I go to now
To escape all this war and tyranny?
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