Yvonne Sparkes Poems

You think that life has past you by
But stop and think each day
A new experience is born
Potential friends along the way
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How I miss the lakes, the lakes
The becks, the tarns, the fells
The boots in hall the muscle aches
The pungent woodland smell.
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There are always goodbyes in good things
Parting the meridians of fine and fair
A fond farewell.
There are the closing chapters of life
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