Mike Tonkin Poems

I think I shall
No longer walk among limpid pools,
In and out of caves,
Wandering along the shore
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The morning sun dances among the trees
And the shadows join it and sparkle with the sunlight
The gravestones growing from the long grass
Are warmed by the words upon them
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They have been fed and watered,
And are ready for work.
They stand patiently
And wait for the day to begin.
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I would like to wake
In the morning
And watch you sleeping,
You sleep so,
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The valley is silent apart from the
calls of woodland birds,
a single anoraked figure exercising his
canine companion,
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My shadow falls on
Her sleeping face
It creeps over her body
Like a sweet song,
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The last place on earth
Before you get to
America,
Land’s End.
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You are dead..
Dead..
So I will think of
Green fields and blue skies,
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The sky needs mending
Because it is full of holes,
The thunder is rending
The raging night apart.
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Wandering
Aimlessly amongst the trees
And the wet decaying leaves.
Silence.
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