Philip Dodd Poems

The Round Table is broken,
to divide this green island, Britain.
Now I must obey the last words of Merlyn.
Take Excalibur, the sword of Arthur,
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Four hundred years,
that is one hundred years less than half a thousand,
that is a long time to be absent from the stage,
a long time for your plays to go on and have no equal,
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Worst is when you want to cry
when there is no reason.
It's just a summer passing by,
like any other season.
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Faces of strangers life allows me to see,
but I know it is the same for so many.
It seems that is how it must be.
And I know I must not complain,
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Panther black jungle night.
Monkeys screech,
parrots squawk in fright.
Muddy brown river,
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I strayed into long ago,
somewhere in the east,
yes, the Orient.
Time moved slow,
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The wren on the farthing coin I study.
Four of them made a penny.
Hard to leave my chair by the fire
this winter night, I think of old money.
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Ibis. He loved the word,
the bird even more.
Summer lay on the river,
he stood on the shore.
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Still the dawn,
still the dew,
still the moments
dwindling down to few.
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I was told I took part in a war,
to decide which side I fought for.
I laid aside whatever armour I wore,
to be a spirit naked and pure.
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