jim hogg Poems

If you'll come with me, I'll go back
To where the River Luce falls blue
Through glens of Hazel to the sea
Where my heart lies and yours lies too
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These seasons keep on turning round.
Again, the birds are flying south.
This morning everything was white -
I hope you're keeping warm at night.
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The satellites are searching high and low
Detectives stake out places you might go
For fifteen years you haven't left a trace
There's only these old photos of your face
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The road of destiny is long
and on that road a noisy throng
determined me to make a move,
to up my sticks and choose a groove
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A girl with hair like yours
Was standing on the bus
She hurled me back into
A sudden swirl of us
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There's shrapnel in old memories,
And wounding ways of little things
Are waiting for the killer song.
The one that sings of love gone wrong;
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Her name was Jean,
her eyes were green;
I never noticed her at first;
And though she's well past seventeen,
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Beneath this stone bridge that we stood upon once
the waters of two lochs mingle and glide
weaving a flowing concerto of life
out of the world it reflects from above:
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The winter winds are blowin' in
from Ireland ‘cross the sea
I'm standing on this pierhead here,
just watching seagulls wheel
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Up round St John Street we walked one night,
while moonlight brightly glowed,
My arm around you, yours round me,
with two friends long ago.
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