Summertime
Survivor
Where the Wind Comes From
People and Houses
Tell Me
Driving - the old and the young
Dandy Lion
Camp Fires
Knots in May
The Itch
Wind
A Genetically Modified Poem
Night closes in
The Rain
Mid Fifties in 2000
In the blink of an eye
The Criminal Mind
List of 2007 stories
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Tell Me |
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| Tell me about |
| the trees I've grown to love;
their leaves, their trunks, and canopies above;
the oaks and ashes, lime and yew;
those English giants once I knew
from childhood days, such memories;
the beauty of those splendid trees. |
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| the wood I used when I was able
to build a lounge room coffee table;
the huon pine and blackwood smells
from forests where all timber dwells. |
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| the childhood friends I knew when small.
What happened, I wonder, to them all?
It sure is hard to tell
if they remember me as well.
But lots of memories linger on -
party days and seaside trips - now gone. |
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| those smells I've always known
(I love them still though now full grown):
strong coffee freshly ground;
onions, fried and browned;
new dug garden ground;
smoky fires; fresh tarmacked roads;
new-mown hay in piled up loads;
squeaky carts and apple smells;
Sunday morning's chiming bells;
in baker's windows fresh baked bread;
springy coils beneath my bed. |
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| the market stalls along the street
where barrow boys would smartly greet
all shoppers with a lively patter
while people gathered just to natter:
"lotsa luvly spuds, buy a pound,
roll up, just outta the ground,
only the best, all ripe
no rubbish, no tripe,
come an' get 'em
'fore I sell 'em!" |
| Tell me about |
| those days gone by. |
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