Nick Hilton Poems

Down the valley,
The ribboning cloubs,
Hearty thunder,
The scream of comrades,
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Tiny pools with water,
For two or three fish,
To be comfortable in,
While constantly being poached,
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I'm dreaming of a cynical christmas,
Just like the ones we used to know,
Where us sarcastic blighters,
And RAF fighters,
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Dark rooms,
Lit only with the dripping wax,
From used candles,
Long ago illuminating,
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Tossed about on waters,
Rough and choking,
Raging endlessly,
Momentum carrying,
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The pinnacle,
Of breath and blood,
Of wisdoms,
Heartfelt loyalties,
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Homewards,
To the ends of the earth,
We shall rage,
Onwards,
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Endlessly churning,
The mind once through,
Can slumbering rest,
And in its peace,
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Gone is the age of slumbering lions,
Like true Greeks we are reered up,
Like the mighty stallions,
You can behold,
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Snatching the air,
And holding on to nothing,
I will fall to the ground,
But if the ball,
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