john (called jack) wren

It's a place where silence
has the loudest voice
from those who lie there
though not by choice
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Sweetest of Isles I look at thee
nestled in yonder turbulent sea
shining like diamonds every day
guarding the entrance of the bay
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Ribbon and tinsel, holly and berry
it's the festive season, time to make merry
there's cards and presents, snow on the ground
carols in church make an angelic sound.
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Wee sleek thrower of the soil
under the ground you're made to toil
on heaps of earth we see your stamp
on meadow and wood where're you camp
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Creeping merrily twix affable leaf
in search of her morning aperitif
this vision with the brightest of eye
smiles as she teases the Sun in the sky.
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Lover of fields, dressed in corn
Whose slender stems you adorn,
Gripping all with feet and tail
Your piercing teeth never fail
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Gardener please be kind to me
And listen to my urgent plea,
Please listen to my request, and
Leave some leaves for my nest.
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A grey cloud sits in pensive mood
on a perch overlooking the merse,
searching intensively its domain
abundant in creatures diverse
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In times of hardship, times of strife,
My feet knew you well, in younger life.
I was just a young boy in short pants
With bark off my knees from former rants.
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An aristocrat who loves to boast
She has honey on her toast,
On this and every other morn
Since the day she was born.
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The winds pace dropped to a walk,
And nettles that were pushed apart
Relaxed in their beds to engage in talk
With their lodgers in a heart-to-heart,
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He marched along the fence
As if he was on parade,
Head and beak held high
Like the leader of a brigade.
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Ice holds water in a vice like grip
Waiting for the unwary to trip,
Ploughed fields are frozen and hold
The worm, like defiant rock holds gold,
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I look to the hills that He created
for help from Him who is venerated
to guide me when my foot doth stray
and be my help from day to day.
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Bobbing in and out of the old stone wall
looking for insects large or small
nervous, as she flits to and fro
into the hedgerows forever on the go
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You can hear the Devil groan
now the Lamb's back on the throne
His blood shed our sins are sealed
blood as red as poppies in the field
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Around the bay sit meadows sweet
where cow and sheep softly roam
and meandering walls of stone compete
with ramblings of bramble and thorn.
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As time goes by and we grow old
every wrinkle lies in its fold
the head of hair once our pride
keeps receding like the tide
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The Goddess of Dawn spreads her arms
and gazes on the world below, then her
rosy fingers bathe the land
in a wonderful warming glow.
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As I gently brushed aside
the outer coat of leaf
my eyes did rest most satisfied
on the pride of Spring beneath.
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