Don Pearson Poems
- Beauty (For Annabel Jones) I have walked with beauty, ...
- Tigers - For Children (For Julia Howe and to our ...
- Bank Good morning, Sir. Come in and take a seat And how can ...
- Age I remember a past of confident movements Of rhythmic ...
- Innocence I have caught tears in my mouth, washed in the ...
- Dreaming My dream had beauty. Black pooled light on ...
- Pebble It is said that, on this shore, Lies the ideal ...
No chronology, but here are facets:
Loving father and grandfather.
Moderately intelligent, extremely stupid, former systems analyst and former heroin addict.
I play squash, bridge, tennis and chess.
Depression and cluster headache.
I live overlooking the sea and beautiful Devon country.
Practical skills in cooking and with software but in nothing else.
Atheist ... more »
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(For Annabel Jones)
I have walked with beauty, seen it set in stones,
Run my hands across it, thrilled to hear its tones,
Tickled it from rivers, swum with it at sea,
Joined with it in passion, watched it run from me.
I've seen beauty on the plains, running in the grass,
Soaring in the mountains, brought close through a glass,
Glimpsed it in the forest, awful, striped and fell,
Caught its flashing azure flight in a lakeside dell.
Now the Teign is swathed in mist, merging with the sea,
There a fern is growing on a mossy tree.
To the West, the...