Biography of sylvia spencer
i have written many poems but I have had only two plubished I started writing at school but because I am dislexick I gave it up. I love writing in any shape or form. give me a subject and i will write about it. I also write short stories and compositions.I was born in the south east of London and I lived there many years. Since moving to Norfolk I have written more, I enjoy the social side of history. I find it fun to read and also I get a lot of insperation from this subject. I am also a great catlover, I have three of my own. This is also another subject that I like writing about.
sylvia spencer Poems
Ride The Imagination Train
When my children were small, we played a great, wet weather game. One where we would travel, on the Great Imagination Train.
The Cat That Came To Tea
There was once a cat called Trouble-some Mac'fee, who had a bad habit, of inviting himself to tea.
A Wayward Life
Born out of wedlock, with a chip on his shoulder, one that was as big, as a cliff face, boulder.
A Bunch Of Roses
I love life but does life love me when I have to cook tea for a family of three. One wants this and one wants that and between those wants I have to feed the cat.
A House Called Lonely (A Trilogy In Thre...
There is a street in every town that owns a house called lonely. Then when your just passing by you might just say, 'if only. If only could mean a life time of thoughts but it does'nt cure
A Cry For Help
Dont keep me hidden, in this dark room, please show me the sun, so that I can bloom.
A Lonely Heart In A Thunderstorm
A lonely heart sets the table but is she a Milly, a Betty or a Mabel. Tea, coffee, cakes and ale but outside there blows a gale. Sash cord windows rattling like chains, thunder and lighting tormenting her
A Clothes Line
There is a workhorse that serves us well. Its been around since time can tell. It has a post at each end, to give support with a stick in the middle, so it doesn't distort.
A Bats Tale
Dark shapes flitter in the dusk sky but they are mammals, so why do they fly The little furry flitter mouse that makes you jump that clings on to a branch in one solid lump
Where Is Christmas
Where is Christmas that holy night when a star shone out so clear and bright. Where is Christmas when a child was born and there in a manger he lay meek and forlorn.
A Basket Of Goodies
Why do the the people call you Crabby is it because your clothes are shabby. Why have the people called you this awful name I think their at fault and you are not to blame.
A Water Lord
See him hover, over river and pond just like a fairy waving a wand. He looks quite stunning this graceful thing, flying around on brightly coloured wing.
In this place of silence and gloom, sits an intruder on a mossy tomb He is a very small bird with a colourful breast, and the crumbling graves, are his place of rest.
Four Just Flowers
My name is Primrose, I live in the east, I am most hardy, as to say the least. My nature is sweet, tender and mellow, and my petals are a brightly coloured yellow.
Lord Of The Night
At the closing of everyday, there is a wise old bird
that comes out to play. When night time falls and the
sun goes down there he sits wearing that same old
frown. He's a very proud bird who is swift on the wing
with the sharpness of a needle and as wise as a king.
He's a hunter of rodents who dives with a swoop, then
into his talons he takes with one scoop.When he sits on
a branch you can see he has power and that's where he
stays in his ivory tower. Then with one full swoop he dives