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Three Poems

Clouds Over Strathmore
A fleet of lenticular clouds
Process across Strathmore
Alien spaceships
Pinkened by the evening sun
Their lights go out one by one
-
I drive to the west and enjoy.
From My Kitchen
I marvel through the window
As freshly turned furrows
Smoke in the sun
The fence falls down minute by minute
I remember the Gean tree that felled it.

 The Gean Tree
Blown down in the Big Wind
You blossomed yet for two more years
You brought Spring, you!
Two years was all you got 
For a chainsaw to tick you off its list

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  1. Anonymous31 March 2015 at 08:12

    Moons

    The first I gazed in wonder at her constancy
    then bound to her constantly changing cycle

    The second, her familiar face guides me
    trusting the path she lights

    The third is distant, her light dimming
    Taking her leave

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  2. Anonymous1 April 2015 at 01:35

    I must go down to the sea again, the lonely sea and the sky
    I left my socks and vest there, I wonder if they're dry.

    With thanks to W B Yeats and Spike Milligan. Two great Irishmen.

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