sylvia spencer Poems

The warm air stays amongst the shrubs as the daily
flowers close their buds.The sun has gone like a falling
crown to make way for the moon with that familiar frown.
This is the time when the air smells sweet and frogs come
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You say your name is Arthur,
is that really true.
I have heard lots of stories
so can this really be you.
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Many years I have travelled,
around Englands country green.
I have climbed many mountains,
with views that are serene.
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This poem is about a letter,
one that was posted through a door,
and somehow it got pushed,
under the carpet on the floor.
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Now Mr Blining did a stupid thing
he went and bought a big gold ring.
The size of this ring was like an old crown
oh' how it weighed him down.
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Upon the shelf sat my old Teddy Bear
looking quite sad and in need of repair.
He never had a name, I just called him Ted
him with one eye and no ears on his head.
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Winter's now gone, so pull up a sleeve.
Springs now arrived with new air to breath.
Forget the berries and the fallen leaves
snow upon mountains and the tops of trees.
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Let's just close the door and see what lies a head,
Is there a passage, that is dark and dreary,
one that makes your mind wander
and your thoughts become eerie
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I have a little friend who I always see.
He sometimes darts about but he's always
there for me.
Sometimes I lose him and he is gone for a
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When your children grow up, and they flee the nest
They go away with no thoughts, but their plans that are plenty.
They say they will keep in touch, either by phone or letter,
then as you watch them go, your heart feels rather empty.
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