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Christmas Morning
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Christmas Morning |
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Cari Member Posts 411 Englnand |
Sylvia Hope of sixteen summers Dreaming of her earmarked lover Smiling from a cuddled pillow Wriggles her toes in sweet recall ~ Boothby wakes from boozy slumbers Greets the morning with a curse Children stirring, urgent whispers ‘Oh wake up do, its Christmas day' ~ Brush aside the Chintzy curtains See the wispy haired old vicar Scratching out a Christmas sermon Redundant morals from a cross nibbed pen ~ A hesitant sun rims the Downlands Where the big house chimneys pencil the sky Cows from the high fields wander down for milking As the bells from St Peters ring out the rounds |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Really enjoying your poetry... I always look for that perfect line... "Redundant morals from a cross nibbed pen" oooops!, there it is......:-) "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Christmas day is different for many people, as you so well pointed out in the well-constructed poem, Cari. ~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~ |
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