mark tallant Poems

Tumbling tumble weed, tumblin’ ‘round the sun baked clay.
The rich Earths gone left ya ‘n’ the deserts dun ya dry.
Search then the wilderness that binds yer like a post.
The parched lands all’s left ya since folk dun sed g’bye.
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There is a presence in the night.
To toss and turn is his delight
Haunted memories through lonely head
Guilt and torment wish them dead.
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The postman knocked at the Tallants door
As they had their toast and tea
‘There’s a very important letter here
It comes from the Ministry’
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When the wind blows like a drum
Toward lashed windows eyes are drawn
Into the solitude you come
to banish the unkempt air
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O there you go again my loves
We wave across the pond.
To Scarborough fair and maple leaves,
To home you’ve grown so fond.
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Here I stand, where you are.
A shadow in your presence.
Charmed glanced smiles
my eyes do sigh
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Listen, when the sunshine’s above the clouds
It tells everyone a new day has come.
And as it smiles its broad beam
Lights up my face and warms my heart.
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Saw you today and said Hello
And when it was over sat in my car

Ain't gonna see you anymore
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Prop up the skies and batten the walls
Set sail for the sun before night falls.
Role up the shores and pack away the gulls
Herd in the cattle and raging Bulls.
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