Lucy Burrow Poems
- Jacky Frost When Summers blue sky fades to grey And swiftly ...
- The Call Of Duty Bravest men we hailed them then England ...
- Voice In The Wilderness 'Voice of a Wildebeast? ' she ...
- Battlefield Tree I’m the tree on the battlefield – a pitiful ...
- On A May Evening Daylight's twinkling eye now firmly ...
- Springsong Summer is coming I hear the wind whisper Tales of...
- The Earth Mother Mother Earth she tends and keeps me on the ...
Born to British Parents working in Nigeria, the family moved back to UK when I was only 6 weeks old. Have written poetry for as long as I could hold a pen and songs for about 8 years. I am into traditional music and song, am a member of Cornwall songwriters, play the celtic harp, violin, tenor banjo, penny and low d whistle and the irish drum, the bodhran. I am married with 2 daughters aged 24 and... more »
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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!
Over hedges see me trip
To frost the leaf and haw and hip,
To petrify each sparkling drip
And dance the dance of winter.
Ill fade the roses red to white,
Redress the landscape in one night!
Make the cobwebs crisp and white
And herald in the winter.
I’ll tiptoe over lawns and trees
The water pipe I soon shall freeze,
Ill bring transport to its knees!
And turn all things to winter
In leafy Hollows, see ...