Pamela lutwyche Poems

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1.
Grandma And Grandpa

Grandma and grandpa need an iron,
they’re such a wrinkly pair.
I am sure they weren’t that crumpled,
the last time I was there.
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2.
Old Age

Who is that in the mirror?
Surely, that’s not me,
I’m not seeing my own reflection,
Oh no, this can not be.
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3.
Dad's Best Coat

As the pictures were being taken of the bride and groom, the bride’s maids and pageboys were waiting for their turn to be on the photographs. The children were running around all excited about the day. There were people taking their own photographs and there were lots of big smiles all around. Some people were wearing big fancy hats. Everyone was in their best clothes and wearing nice shiny shoes.
There were people, who had not seen each other for a very long time and they were getting up to date about what had happened since the last time they had seen each other.
The weather started to turn cold, especially in the shade, so now one of the bride’s maids needs Dad’s coat to keep herself warm.
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4.
Rudolph Santa's Head Reindeer

This is how it all began.
Why reindeers are pulling Santa's sleigh.
There are nine little reindeers
and Rudolph has always lit the way.
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5.
Balloon Lady

There was an old lady
She went up in a balloon,
She went to have a dance
With the man from the moon,
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6.
A Witch Sat In Her Rocking Chair! !

CHRISSAM WITCH
SAT IN HER ROCKING CHAIR
WITH A SNAKE IN HER HAND
SHE WAS GOING NO WHERE
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7.
If I Were A Tree

If I were a tree,
and someone made a swing on me,
I would enjoy their laughter.
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8.
I'M Not In With The In Crowd! ! !

I’m not in with the in crowd,
I don’t know what the in crowd knows.

I’m not in with the in crowd,
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9.
The Pain Of Love

The pain of love can be bad,
sometimes it can be very sad.

It can hurt and rip you inside
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10.
A Congregation Of Angels, Harmonizing With The Daffodils

As I was walking through a wood, I came across a clearing, there on a hillside my eyes met a vision. There were thousands of golden daffodils. Each flower had an angel sitting by its side and they were softly blowing into the trumpet of the bloom. Their wings were fluttering with the sway of the breeze and they were wearing colourful delicate silks, which enhanced the different golden heads of the flowers. The gentle music caressed my ears.
I stood in wonderment listening to a sound I had never heard before. A congregation of angels harmonized with the trumpets of the daffodils.
I watched as one by one the angels slowly ascended towards heaven. The music slowly getting softer until the very last angel was left standing there. She looked at me and with a sparkle and a twinkle she was gone…
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