Lynne Howard

Formidable clouds begin to appear
In a somewhat ominous sky
Crash of thunder in the distance
Impending storm intensifies
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What secrets are revealed
Whilst mirrored in that chair
All caped or gowned and waiting
For the trusted hairdresser to share
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Walking down a country lane
In the dead of night
The hedgerow suddenly comes to life
Exploding in a burst of light
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Ascending the 199 steps to Whitby Abbey
One has to be made of sturdy stuff
Taking respite to admire picturesque views
And to alleviate symptoms of being 'out of puff'
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Beauty of friendship comes deep from within
Without regard to origin or colour of skin
Aesthetic value plays no part
It's what we feel inside our heart
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Gathering around the table on Turkey Day
Hands joined together heads bowed to pray
Giving thanks for the food we share
And to our families who show they care
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Flicker of the candle long ago
When he first caught my eye
One look across the smoky room
The attraction so hard to defy
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Leisurely stroll along tree-lined path
Down in glorious Devon
The footpath leads to Cockington
A little piece of heaven
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Staring through glass deep inside her thoughts
Oblivious to snowflakes falling on the window sill
Sitting at a desk quill dipped in ink
Preparing to practice her calligraphy skill
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Thinking of friends long ago
Who have touched our hearts
Triggered by a photograph or a song
Selective memory plays a part
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Tucked away in a tiny box
Except for once a year
My little golden heart
On Valentine's Day does appear
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Arriving at the airport by rail or by car
To depart on a journey to lands afar
Luggage all tagged and documents cleared
Time for security check like cattle are steered
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The middle-aged man's wife has gone
Seeking solace from another man
Erratic behaviour she could take no more
Weeping silently she closed the door
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Our online friends touch us daily
From different walks of life
Enveloping us with warmth and kindness
To ease the pain and strife
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Tranquility of the cherry blossom
Beautiful lady sits pensively
Whiling away the hours
Contemplating her destiny
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Aromatic flavour of the spices
Curry lovers to thyself be true
Keep a glass of water at the ready
It may just be vindaloo
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No one can put themselves
Into another person's shoes
Only they know how they fit
In the battle of the blues
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Butterflies roam free
wildflowers they do seek
alighting each delicate petal
on which to rest their tiny feet
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Our little corner of the world
In which to find inner peace
A private retreat to disappear
Relaxing the mind stress decreased
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They congregate at the local pub
Each and every Saturday night
Break in routine from stressful week
Creatures of habit seeking respite
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