john (called jack) wren Poems

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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A spiders web hangs exposed
by tear drops of dawn dew
like silky lace they glisten
and enrich the Autumn hue
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The nettle stands without a care
and smiles at fools who often dare
to try and cast her rudely aside
provoking wrath they cannot hide
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Where are you sweet little vole
in some secluded hideaway
safe from the thrusting spade
that left your nest in disarray
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Gone is Winter, Spring and Summer
and the fallen leaves of Autumn time
noiselessness silence fills the space where
Blackbirds sang their harmonious chime
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The gentle humble rye doth bow
its tasty face before the cow
whose ever shifting nodding head
scythes it from its cosy bed.
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