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Dave Pass Poems
Snow and Ice
The snow fell slowly; soft and white. Building up on freezing ground. It didn't stop through day or night. Hiding all and muffling sound.
The sun shone down on the African plain. The trees and the grass were short of fresh rain. Giraffes munched slowly from tall thorn bushes. Hippos in the pool were hid by rushes.
Make peace not war
There was a time when might was right When land was seized and peasants killed To stay alive you had to fight Just as your tribal leader willed
Magellan with five ships sailed south west past Brazil And Rio de la Plata to Puerto San Julian. Men who mutinied at Easter he had to kill. He overwintered there and thought out a new plan.
To Boldly Go Where No Man Has Been Befor...
6 miles of passages are dry On Casterton Fell in June Kirkby Lonsdale is close by Ease Gill flows into the Lune
The Prodigal Son as a singing play
I heard my younger brother Saying “Dad, now give me on this day All the money that I would have When you die and pass away”
Lonely, longing and in lust But needing someone I can trust Not just for a year or two But for my life the whole way through
One day the volcano erupted without warning It continued all night and the following morning It shot out great flames and spat out ash, rocks and lava This flowed down the slopes to the cottages and harbour
The holidays are over and now we’re back at school The days are getting shorter and it is getting cool The blackberries have ripened and harvest time has come The corn is cut and gathered for it is now autumn
The festive season’s here once more The snow will soon be deep The squirrels gather nuts to store And dormice go to sleep
Rain can come in torrents in showers or in spots It fills the streams and rivers in dribbles or in lots It soaks into the thirsty ground and makes the flowers grow It’s fairly warm in summertime but in winter we have snow
There's no birds or grass, animals or trees Volcanic lava makes up the dry seas The rocks do not change, there is no rebirth You're one sixth the weight that you are on Earth
I'm made of uranium, steel and tin A mass of electronics I have within I can hear faint sounds of varying pitch And I can sew with a delicate stitch
Seeing Through A Glass Darkly
To continue forever in time and space, This we cannot imagine or know. For only briefly are we here in this place Before we find that its time to go.
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Snow and Ice
The snow fell slowly; soft and white.
Building up on freezing ground.
It didn't stop through day or night.
Hiding all and muffling sound.
Next day it stopped; the sun shone bright.
Boys and girls came out to play.
A friendly game - a snowball fight.
Making snowmen, what a day!
At first one floundered through the snow.
But, in time, the snow packed hard.
And then on sledges see them go!
Legs behind and hands on guard.
In time the snow plough cleared the roads.
With a thaw the trees lost snow.
And house roofs lost their heavy loads.