sylvia spencer Poems
|161.||A Water Lord||6/4/2006|
|162.||A Field That Saw A War||2/22/2006|
|163.||A Basket Of Goodies||2/24/2007|
|164.||A Bats Tale||2/16/2007|
|165.||A Clothes Line||3/22/2006|
|166.||A Lonely Heart In A Thunderstorm||9/14/2006|
|167.||Ride The Imagination Train||4/28/2005|
|168.||A Wayward Life||4/21/2005|
|169.||A Bunch Of Roses||4/11/2007|
|170.||A House Called Lonely (A Trilogy In Three Parts)||8/19/2006|
|171.||The Cat That Came To Tea||2/24/2006|
|172.||A Cry For Help||2/20/2006|
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A Cry For Help
Dont keep me hidden,
in this dark room,
please show me the sun,
so that I can bloom.
I know you kept me here,
just to keep me warm,
but now it is time,
to show me the dawn.
I am ready to flower,
I need some light,
and the warmth of the sun,
that shines so bright.
I have been shut away,
all winter long,
my bulb and stem,
are now extra strong.
My date is near,
to join all the rest,
and show off my trumpet
at it's very best.
I dont care where I stand,
or where I go,
I just want to put on,
a very good show.
In Every Town
In every town there is a shop, one that will make
your eye's go pop. A curio shop that has a bell
on the door and there infront of you are trinkets galore.
In the corner there is always a clock and
when it strikes it sends your body into shock.
Highly polished furniture where you can see your
face but you can never move round because there
is no space.Your frightened to breath in case you
knock something down, then the goggled eyed