Angela Wybrow Poems

The merry music of a colourful carousel.
The joyous ringing out of church wedding bells.
A bird singing its heart out, high up in a tree.
The waves crashing down upon the salty sea.
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In the Forest of Shadows, there can be found
Creatures whose arms stretch down to the ground.
These creatures of the Forest are known as Trolls,
And if they catch you, they'll swallow you whole.
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Early in the morning, the Mill's siren sent out a loud wail:
To hear its calling, the local people could not possibly fail;
Clogs clattered noisily along the shiny cobblestones,
As workers, in their hundreds, left their humble homes.
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In the distance, I spy its misty spray,
As it hovers over a sea of battleship grey.
Across The Solent, the hovercraft soars,
And I stand there watching it in total awe.
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Numerous High Street names
Are going to the wall;
Soon, there'll be nothing left:
Not a single trace at all.
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For hot summer days, my heart now grieves,
As I walk ankle-deep amongst fallen leaves.
More leaves dash down to join the happy throng:
Until they are all joining in, it will not be long.
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We walked along many London streets;
We stopped at a pub for something to eat.
We walked around for miles and miles;
We saw a sign: ‘hot coffee, warm smiles.'
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Go to Crystal Palace Park in the dead of night,
And you are sure to be given a very big fright.
The dinosaurs, which you see there in the Park,
Suddenly all spring to life when it grows dark.
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She ambles along with her eyes on the screen:
Doesn’t know where she’s going or where she has been.
Doesn’t know what’s behind her or up ahead:
If she’s not careful, she may end up dead.
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At me, you stand there and snigger,
But when you are a little bit bigger,
You may well start to realise,
That not everybody has perfect eyes.
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