Paul Reed Poems

The mists have drifted away from the old street lamps
The echoes of our shouts have died in the wind,
The grass has grown again where once trampled
As if our glorious past to rescind;
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The sun shone on our Saturday lunchtime
On vinyl through the scratches and clicks
‘Sitting in the park, waiting for you'
The radio's faint echoes from '66
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Clammy slates lying lifeless
Under the dread-black skies,
Shielding the night from the fire
Of all those youthful eyes;
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I practiced non-flying things,
And tangled my strings,
Took the wind and turned it upside down;
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Here, where the sun shines strong
Into creases on people's faces
And the light is so pure
With it's Arctic traces;
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Winter, you have lain on my garden
Clumped soil and split frame,
Made soft landing place harden
Frosted glass and played icy game;
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We have been on this trail together, you and I
With lots of highs and lots of lows,
We've known some good times and some bad times
That's the nature of life, I suppose;
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The messages are handed down constantly
But through a fog I couldn't see
You see, there are too many distractions
The world is full of excitement for me;
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The grass seeds scatter and find new life

The roses blossom and bloom
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Don't worry

We have been alright up to now
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