Steven Heyes Poems

The call of the Curlew overhead
And the sounds of the reeds rustling
Tell me I am in the marshland
Kept safe by my dog at my side.
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Rolling hills of old
Rucksacks packed
New stories yet untold
Not heavy enough to be restricted
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Unseen it arrives
Like a boggart in the mist
Taking lives
With great success
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Time Past

It's too easy to forget
the time before you left
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