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.||Ride The Imagination Train||4/28/2005|
|167.||A Wayward Life||4/21/2005|
|168.||A Lonely Heart In A Thunderstorm||9/14/2006|
|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 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 ...
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