ANDREW BLAKEMORE

Veteran Poet - 1,030 Points (01/01/1966 / BIRMINGHAM)

The Lime Pits - Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

Unto the Rushall Lime Pits I
Now walk upon this lonely trail
That winds through tangled thickets dense
Of nettle gorse and thorn,
That cramp the narrow way ahead
Where dampened grass and puddles lie
Now littered by the fallen leaves
Upon this autumn morn.

So fresh the air does seem to me
So cool the breeze upon my face
I look unto the skies above
That now begins to clear,
As clouds do break and drift afar
To thus reveal the sight of blue
As pallid shadows gently fall
And then do disappear.

As through the woodland I do go
Where ivy climbs embittered trunks
The sun now shines through boughs above
And lights the sodden ground,
As over twisted roots I tread
Which cross the path that leads me to
The picture of the mirrored lake
Where golden trees surround.

With grace their soft reflections rest
Upon the water calm and still
Where mallard and the moorhen swim
Close to the reeded shore,
I linger for a moment there
To listen to the blackbird sing
And cast my gaze across the scene
As leaves fall to the floor.


Comments about The Lime Pits by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

  • Duncan Wyllie (10/21/2008 1:58:00 PM)

    Another great piece from our resident genious
    Glad to have quality onboard poem hunter
    Love duncan X
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  • Ernestine NorthoverErnestine Northover (10/11/2008 12:40:00 PM)

    I was walking along in this poem Andrew, through those woods and pits. Wonderful imagery, you have captured the moments so well. Beautiful read and another great write. Loved it.
    love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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  • Thad Wilk (10/10/2008 10:43:00 PM)

    Awesome poem! Your pen has that'Midas touch'
    That turns each word into gold that you write
    An' guarantee's you bring (to all) -
    To all on this site 'delight' !
    This pen you hold 'tis a treasure
    An' the gift it brings - Is pleasure
    A special Midas touch
    That's worth to all (so much) that -
    No gold scale - could ever measure!

    Best wishes! *10*! !
    Friend Thad
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  • Lynda Robson (10/10/2008 4:26:00 PM)

    Another great cameo from you Andrew, we have lime kilns here, thats why we were called limeys lol,
    10 for this
    Lynda xx
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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2008



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