Paul Reed Poems

Everything is ready
As I take the morning air
Everything is in front of me
As Spring begins it’s repair
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The grass seemed reborn in it's green
Having been warmed and defrosted
By the midday sun and now in a scene
That the ice no longer accosted
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We wait until all things are still
And a glorious and guidng hand settles gently
We stand becalmed in the glow of the moment
That we have waited for so fervently
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As the morning breaks
We go our separate ways
But always think of each other;
We do our own things
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When you grow older
The world will not be the same
The rules become more rigid
Of what seemed an easy game;
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In my garden
There are quiet places
That no-one else looks at
But I do.
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You are looking over my shoulder
At everything I see
For, even as I get older,
I'm not as wise as I should be;
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Littlehaven lies in the wintery harbour
Waiting for shrieks and screams and laughter
Waiting to reflect the heat off walls
Into the blissful evenings after;
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Last week the world was alive
Painted faces, trick cyclists, trapeze
Hot dogs, burgers, lashings of onions
Fizzy drinks and cups of teas;
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I once was your companion true
Through the harsh times of yesteryear
I braved the bitter gales with you
Under the moonlit skies so clear;
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