Reginald Reid Poems

THE SILENCE OF SOLITUDE

In the silence of my solitude my mind is free to dream,
To contemplate the things that were, that are, and those that might have been.
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THE SPEED OF LIFE

Astronomers talk of the speed of light.
They never mention the speed of night,
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THIS ANCIENT GARDEN

Come see the glory of Australia, a great and modern land,
One rich in old world history with a future no man planned.
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TIMES

I have seen the seasons come and go,
Watched the waters ebb and flow,
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WHEN I'M GONE

Lay me down to die up on the hills amongst the clouds.
Let the mist caress my skin unhindered by sad shrouds.
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MEMORIES
How can my mind ever stem the flow of memories?
Those memories, which now like a torrent surge so powerfully reviving past times denied, ignored,
awoken by some trivial or dramatic event that heralds the arrival of some past hidden treasure, or doom.
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Have you been there in the early morning
when the sun has been unseen the longest time,
when the air is coldest and you must leave your bed
while birds are waking and calling?
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Coxs River

I can hear the water running over rocks and logs and spills
Assembling a torrent that has trickled from the hills
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A NEW TREE FOR EVERY DAY

Beneath the trees upon the ground
Dead branches leaves and twigs abound
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Always a song

Here in my body beats the rhythm of life.
Known before I was born as the signal of good
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