Owen Cullimore Poems

The Little Wooden Dog
Alice and Max lived with their mother Margo, in a small Austrian village in the mountains and had lost their father to an accident when they were very small children and lived with their mother who was a seamstress and made all of their clothes because they had very little money to live on. They lived in a small cottage in a little hamlet called Wednesdayburg on the slopes of mount Ludivik which was named after one of the old Austrian Kings of long ago. Alice was now seven and Max was six years old and they always wanted a little dog of their own but their mother was unable to afford a real one because they only had enough money to live on as they lived quite a meagre existence as it was. So the children amused themselves as best they could and played with the other children in the village when they were not at school which was lower down the mountain.
One of their neighbors, a man called Alexis who was now getting on a bit and lived on his own but had always been a family friend and lived just a short way away on the edge of the village making his living working in the woods chopping down trees that would be used for firewood during the winter and he also made wooden toys and puzzles for the children at Christmas which was always celebrated in style in the village which all the children enjoyed. Christmas was coming and the children were excited as usual but they knew that their mother had very little money coming in from her occasional sewing she did around the village and taking in the odd lodger for a short while quite often through the skiing season. So Christmas would be a magical time as the love they shared with their mother, made up for any lack of presents.
Alexis would always look out for Margo and her children sometimes when she went out the back door of their little cottage she would find wood for the fire and the occasional item of food to help her through the week and even though she did not like to take it she had no choice so was grateful for whoever left it there but she assumed it was Alexis who she also had feelings for but was unable to tell him for fear of rejection.
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In the forest deeply hidden
There is a place that looks forbidden
To be seen by the naked eye
So peaceful a place as you pass by
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The darkened sky starts to come alive
As first light appears
Casting shadows on the ground
Like a pair of Garden Shears
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Whilst out walking quietly today
A brand new friend came my way
With fluttering wings he flew by
Was brightly colored, I wondered why
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Life is like a game of chance
Like Dice can be a symbol of romance
I roll the dice, the numbers emerge
To give us that special sudden urge
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Love is like a River
It just flows and ebbs along it seems
One day passion rises like a torrent
Another it just trickles like mountain streams
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An old house proudly on top of a hill
Shutters open letting in the winter chill
A big wide bay window lets in the light
Bright Red Curtains can close out the night
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Deep in the heart of West Sussex
The Downs stretch out for miles
Complete with wide open spaces
Meadows and county styles
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Just down the road a piece from my home
A few steps away from Antler Lane
In a narrow street set back a bit
Where some old rickity old buildings still remain
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Sometimes the world can be a mysterious place
So many different planets orbiting around in Space
Are we really alone I often wonder as I gaze
Into the sky trying to avoid the sun's rays
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