Angela Wybrow Poems

It has begun: a few leaves are falling;
Autumn has started its gentle calling.
Summer is slowly coming to an end;
Now autumn wants to be our friend.
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I had often thought to myself,
That I’d be left upon the shelf.
But then you, you happened along,
And suddenly you proved me wrong.
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I sometimes wonder if you realise
How special you are, in my eyes?
Or if you have even the slightest clue
That my affections for you, are really true?
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Her beautiful eyes
Are like opaque blue pearls.
Her fair hair hangs loose,
In light, delicate curls.
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Through my head, the thoughts tumbled round,
But, inner peace, my soul has now found.
At night in bed, I got little sleep,
As, into my mind, I was digging too deep.
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With tomato ketchup, my food is laced,
As, otherwise, it cannot be faced.
I love it on salads and on roasts;
I love it in tacos and on toast.
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I sense an unfamiliar brightness, and very soon, I'm awake.
I go to my window, which is covered with tiny snowflakes.
As far as the eye can see, there's a carpet of pure white:
It's a magnificent and beautiful, but still rather rare, sight.
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The autumn leaves swirl to the ground in their millions.
Gold, russet, ochre, burnt umber, and deep vermillion.
Down to the ground, the dying leaves flit and flutter;
On to the grassy bank, the pathway, and into the gutter.
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The beat of the music goes THUD! THUD! THUD!
As revellers dance around, ankle deep, in thick, gooey mud.
Bedecked in waterproofs and their designer Wellington boots,
The festival goers are all having themselves a right old hoot.
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A little girl, aged three or four,
Spots a fish tank in a book store.

She places her hands upon the glass,
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