Lucy Burrow

When Summers blue sky fades to grey
And swiftly ends the shortening day,
When coldness takes the flowers away
Ill dance the dance of winter!
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Bravest men we hailed them then
England sent her finest men
The war to end all wars to fight
A cause each one believed was right
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'Voice of a Wildebeast? ' she said......
She sort of spat it out
Mockingly
Her lined brow furrowed
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I’m the tree on the battlefield – a pitiful sight
I watch as the bullets fly to left and to right
I’m the tree that’s watched blood flow from every man’s heart
I’m the tree on the battlefield, half blown apart.
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Daylight's twinkling eye now firmly shuts
And busy bird's nestmaking labours still.
Now all the land takes diff'rent hues of night
And hungry owl-call tones are heard to shrill;
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Summer is coming I hear the wind whisper
Tales of new seasons now waltz in the breeze
Daffodils dancing and bluebells are waking
And new leaves are sprigging on every tree
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Mother Earth she tends and keeps me on the path that’s right and true
Sends me blossoms soft as satin painted each and ev’ry hue
Tall Oaks and Ash and Willow, Elders, Chestnut and the Thorn
These, my brothers and my sisters - and I’ve seen each one being born!
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The birds that sang to bring forth the day
Have spread their wings and swiftly flown away...
And the sun that rose to greet the dawn
Brought the sight of something really quite forlorn.
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A cloud streaked sky of azure blue
Canopies the dampened ground
Where Autumnal leaves of every hue
Are windswept piles the children found
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She leaves
For another day of
Sharpened claws,
Twisted by opinion,
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Some in Khaki, Standing proud
Line upon line in village and town
They straight-back march past watching crowd
To remember.
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As day was beginning, I mused at your being
As dawn's early mist rolled the darkness away.....
Within you, young lambs and black rooks and a robin,
Within me a voice seemed to call me to play.
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A new priest, he came to our village,
With the Curate he wanted to meet
So he ventured on down, as a stranger in town
To find him, on Jackaby Street
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I watched the sun dance through the trees
Leaping and dancing
In the dying days of Autumn;
Dodging the cold and damp of winter...
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Oh fair land of Arthur, of unsurpassed beauty,
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We are Western men and we’re fighting for the King
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Give me the blood red poppy,
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Swirling angrily from ocean vast,
Wilma's Iron fist doth blast
The coast of far Americay
- This season's blown her half away!
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I made a castle in the sand
It looked like you
The sun dried it
And it crumbled
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I pondered in the still of night,
When earth lay cold and crisp
And all the stars shone clear and bright
Was it a night like this?
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