Owen Cullimore Poems

Mary is a district nurse
She travels round each day
To see her patients, give them the care they need
As she wends her merry way
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Gods Children

Go to sleep little one
Lay down your sleepy head
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Remember me when I am gone
And my spirit whisks its way across the lakes
A gust of wind, a gentle breeze
Surprisingly that's all it takes
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As I gaze into my Crystal Ball
What do I see
Is it the future
For you and me
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The wind whistles over the mountains
Across the valley below
Just to let you know it's there
And to say hello
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Old Timers Lament

He sits by the fireside in the old Travelers Crest
A pub that he frequents when he needs a drink and a rest
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The wind has dropped
The Sun now shines so bright
And flowers now burst into life
Ever since daylight
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Watching by the river's edge
Bright and early in the early morning glow
A female Duck came waddling by
With babies one to eight in a row
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The Park Bench

As I sit in silence in the park
The sun shines through the trees
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An Angel appears out of the mist
The trickling stream just now Sun kissed
A beacon in the morning dew
Awakens the stillness that God threw
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