Paul Gerard Reed


Paul Gerard Reed Poems

441. What Price Our Memories 8/14/2014
442. We Laughed As One 8/18/2014
443. The Year Turns Old 8/19/2014
444. Hopscotch 8/26/2014
445. A Tale Of Sunday 6/16/2014
446. Seasons 6/17/2014
447. Evening Breeze 6/17/2014
448. Who Invented The Dot? 6/18/2014
449. The Ascot Gold Cup 6/20/2014
450. Things Will Turn 6/21/2014
451. Quirke 5/26/2014
452. Wait For The Light 5/26/2014
453. Under Wearmouth Bridge 9/2/2014
454. Scotland: My Love Renewed 9/19/2014
455. Tiny Beetle 9/22/2014
456. Swaying 9/29/2014
457. Glory 10/6/2014
458. Stripes Of Light 10/7/2014
459. Dusty Track 10/15/2014
460. Night Fog 10/15/2014
461. What Became Of The Day 10/15/2014
462. Straight Ahead 10/15/2014
463. The Final Storm 11/11/2014
464. Our Own Little Worlds 11/16/2014
465. It's Ok 11/17/2014
466. The Invisible Enemy 11/18/2014
467. The Test 11/20/2014
468. Midnight Email 11/21/2014
469. Old Clock 11/23/2014
470. All The People 11/27/2014
471. Departing Day 12/1/2014
472. Goodbye Sweet Day 12/7/2014
473. Harsh Winds 12/7/2014
474. All Of These Things 12/7/2014
475. Kind 12/10/2014
476. Town Hall Clock 12/10/2014
477. These Familiar Walls 12/15/2014
478. Night Sky 12/22/2014
479. A Day At Blyth 12/23/2014
480. Feel The Rain 10/15/2014

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The Pit Pony

I found out with sadness about your plight
Your life lived in perpetual night
An underground stable was where you roomed
An innocent life entombed

You were so trusting and willing
You must have dreamt of fulfilling
The wish to be back above ground
With green fields and trees all around

For fifty weeks a year this was your cell
With hot grimy air and sulphuric smell
Until that wonderful liberation
That exhilarating rising sensation

Of the pit cage approaching ground level
With you on board about to revel
In the freedom of the new fresh ...

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The Wren

Stepping warily into a grey morning
With mist shrouding the hedgerows
Damp pavements and frost-bitten walls
Thick socks on to protect the toes

All seemed lifeless and a little forlorn
The way things feel now and then
Until uplifted by a crescendo of sound
The defiant song of the wren

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