sylvia spencer Poems

It happens on the night of halloween the night that witches
can be seen. The one and only night of the year that we like
to dress up in ghoulish gear. Kids can trick or treat before the
witching hour, then that fades into a far stronger power.
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I was once full of chivalry but now I am neglected
as my heart breaks over the land I protected.
In my prime I was as nobel as a king but now I am
just an old tourist thing.They tread my battlements
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I sat in a cafe an ate a cake I knew I had too
because I was getting as thin as a rake.
'As thin as a rake' my Mother said if you don't
eat more you will soon be dead; so I sat an
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Her beauty was beyond compare but her heart was full of despair,
she loved her husband and there was no other, but she never knew
he had a secret lover.To her he was the perfect man a father,
a friend and a village fan.They loved him because
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There is a little Post Office that lives down the lane
it's threatened with closure, as many are the same.
The rural post office a rare sight to be seen, that was
once the height of activity next to the village green.
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A view across the skyline where there are buildings
tall and wide, but gone are two of them that stood
side by side.
A view across the skyline the unforgotton grave,
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From his shoes he shook the Dust,
from a world he could not trust.
His rugged road had a hairpin bend,
but now he could see light at the end.
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An old brass Knight sits upon a shelf
He has no companion only himself.
His shield is the proud owner of the
Fleur De Lys, but I wonder in real life
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I woke up one morning, there was mist on the moor,
then I got this feeling, that I had been here before.
Could I find a happy answer, to what I was about to feel.
The day was sunny and blue, but everything seemed unreal.
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We all need somewhere to go,
when things get out of hand,
and it makes us feel a lot better,
when we hear the striking of a band.
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