Shaun Cronick Poems

Drop a dream into the water,
In a moment it is gone.
But there are many ripples,
Circling on and on....
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The last leaf on the tree,
Is the strongest of them all.
Resisting frosts and winds,
So determined not to fall.
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The shouts of children playing,
Bring back my happy youth.
To recall the time I was ten,
And lost a good front tooth.
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In a poet's book,
Poetry is king.
Poems of hope,
Are revealed within
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A tall white Birch reared its stately form,
High in the path of the oncoming storm.
Its long, lacy leaves, in sad disarray,
Tangled and knotted with each swing and sway.
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On the golden fields of Heaven,
In the shade of immortal white towers.
By life's clear river dwelling,
And amid undying flowers.
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Miss Goody Two Shoes.
No, not that one teen paedophile slicing slaughterhouse.
She's out of the country.
She's teamed up with The Lady Killer.
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I gift to you,
A soothing dream.
A dream to cherish,
A dream to gleam.
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Prim and ever so proper,
Almost posh but very polite.
Tidy and so well presented,
Each visitor a welcome delight.
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Poor, lone, Emma.
Old, faded and wrinkled.
Bright eyed beauty once was she,
When the bloom was on the tree.
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