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POEMS ARE ADDICTIVE.
I tried to write a poem,
my friends had said I should.
I started writing words and
stuff,
It wasn't any good.
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ONCE IN A WHILE STOP AND LOOK UP.A tall tree, green, alone in a forest of trees.It stands amongst its neighboursand it bends with the winds of time.It..
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Where have all the birds gone.
Dad, Where have all the birds gone?
I heard my grown son say.
We used to sit watch them,
On the hedgero..
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I HEARD A TREE
CRY.
Down
the hidden valley a single river flows
Where
neither man nor beast is seen.
Beside
the troubled w..
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WRITTEN AFTER A RECENT TRAIN JOURNEY.
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THE
PLOUGHMAN.
Across the stubble strewn fields sweeping
sweet and fresh
Natures breath, moist with dew, drops her
tears
Tiny o..
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To make Someone Smile.
I’m seeing all these people,
they’re not walking, they’re trudging.
They look so depressed, am I..
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ALL THAT I HAVE
It’s that time again, that time of the year,
That time we’re meant to be grateful and be full of good cheer.
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IT'S BEEN A STRANGE SORT OF DAY.
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WRITTEN FOR THE POETRY CHALLENGE. A RE WORKING OF " I HEARD A TREE CRY"
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