Phillip Walter Poems

I see bright beams escaping
Reaching for the ground
Glorious beams of silver which 
Escape the black surround.
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I only ever wanted to
Be an ordinary tree,
To grow big, green and upright
- have people look up at me.
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When you were small we used to go
to the stream near Nannies place
and on the way we'd pick up twigs
to use in our 'Pooh Sticks' race.
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In an old dirty street
On an evening so mild
The salesman bought a Bible
For his little child.
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Ups and downs
Peaks and troughs
Tesco bills
Kids with coughs.
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