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Piping down the valleys wild,

Piping songs of peasant glee,

On a cloud I saw a child,

And he, laughing, said to me:

 

‘Pipe a song about a lamb!’

So I piped with merry cheer.

‘Piper, pipe that song again;’

So I piped: he wept to hear.

 

‘Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;

Sing thy songs of happy cheer!’

So I sang the same again,

While he wept with joy to hear.

 

‘Piper, sit thee down and write

In a book, that all may read.’

So he vanished from my sight;

And I plucked a hollow reed,

 

And I made a rural pen,

And I stain’d the water clear,

And I wrote my happy songs

Every child may joy to hear.

photo credit-lisa abramson/writers-Pinterest)

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Jenny kissed me when we met,

Jumping in a hoop from the floor;

Time, you thief, know you not,

Sink into that skull, law is clear:

Say she made the move, it’s no use,

Say what you’ll but law gets your throat;

Say it was her fault, no use,

She is a Jail bait.

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Jenny kissed me when we met,

Jumping from the chair she sat in;

Time, you thief, who love to get

Sweets into your list, put that in!

Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,

Say that health and wealth have missed me,

Say I’m growing old, but add,

Jenny kissed me.

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Pulled from a life some leaves in evergreen

Or dressed like fragrant crinoline draped


Over shadows by di Chirico, stolen

From a station where trains never run


And set up in a tableau in the parsonage at Haworth

The three sisters with Chekovian overtones


Stood round the table where their mirrored forms

Await the blast of the last judgement’s call to make them


Take that final walk across the heather mantled moor.


Down vain corridors I searched for some leaf token

Of a life unlived, a faded mignonette or four leaved clover


Down a pathway closed forever by the twists of fate:

The shadows of you gone still took the night


And I was left alone to face the painful light.

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Oh Love, with your soft glances make heaven

Of this earth: I see the wind as haven

For birds of the air: you by my side hold

The earth with sky one o’er the horizon.

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My book With Poetry in Mind is just released. It has 43 pages of poetry and illustrations.

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