sylvia spencer Poems
|161.||A Water Lord||6/4/2006|
|162.||A Basket Of Goodies||2/24/2007|
|163.||A Bats Tale||2/16/2007|
|164.||A Field That Saw A War||2/22/2006|
|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.||The Cat That Came To Tea||2/24/2006|
|171.||A Cry For Help||2/20/2006|
|172.||A House Called Lonely (A Trilogy In Three Parts)||8/19/2006|
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A House Called Lonely (A Trilogy In Three Parts)
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 lonely house and all its faults.
Boarded up windows and tiles gone from the roof, graffiti
painted by a rebelious youth.
Such a lonely house and an oh such a tired one,
one that has lost all it's fun.
Stairs and rafters all gone to pot all that is left
is wood worm and dry rot.
No children playing in the garden, it's just a house condemend
by the council without no ...
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