Phyllis Scott Poems

As the gentle breeze does cross my face
And rustle through my hair without a trace
My heart senses it as a slight caress
From your loving breath deep in your breast.
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From an architect's mind it came to be
A wall of black granite many come to see.
But, look closer, all ye who pass this way
Pause and reflect what it has to say.
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The day dawned as any other
For every father, mother, sister and brother
Little did anyone know
How it would change many lives so
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