Paul Gerard Reed


Paul Gerard Reed Poems

1. Trow Quarry 1/7/2014
2. Roker Park 1/7/2014
3. The Beginning 1/7/2014
4. Undo 1/7/2014
5. Firefly Hedge 1/7/2014
6. Stay Forever Young 1/7/2014
7. Foghorn Requiem 1/7/2014
8. River Swale 1/10/2014
9. Summer Has Gone 12/18/2013
10. Clouds 12/26/2013
11. The Wren 1/7/2014
12. The Last Day Of June 1/13/2014
13. The Other Side Of The Earth 1/16/2014
14. The Autumn 1/21/2014
15. Go To B & Q 1/24/2014
16. Let Us Not Be Dismayed 1/26/2014
17. Cold Start 1/26/2014
18. Dunstanburgh Castle 1/26/2014
19. The Kite 1/26/2014
20. Custard 1/26/2014
21. Evening Serenade 1/26/2014
22. Let Us Laugh 1/27/2014
23. Wogan's Answer 1/28/2014
24. Health 1/29/2014
25. The Falls O'Clyde 1/30/2014
26. Mrs Gerbil 1/30/2014
27. The Snowdon Lily 1/7/2014
28. Lizard Point 2/2/2014
29. Clay 2/2/2014
30. Lament For A Gerbil 2/2/2014
31. Back To The Hissing Lawns 2/2/2014
32. The Old Familiar Walk 2/3/2014
33. The Midnight Bell 2/5/2014
34. The Good Old Days 2/5/2014
35. Sunset At Whitburn Lodge 2/6/2014
36. This Place 2/6/2014
37. The First Daisy 2/7/2014
38. The Strong And The Weak 2/8/2014
39. The World As It Used To Be 2/9/2014
40. Rainfall 2/9/2014
Best Poem of Paul Gerard Reed

Bluebells

Time has grown over these plots
Of broken down plinths
And ragged headstones
With their faded engraving
Surnames, still proud in capitals
And dates from long ago;

The world has moved on
And left them sleeping underground
Here they lie, neglected, forgotten
Lonely in their spring-shaded place
The dappled sunlight caresses each marker
And the bluebells grow everywhere

We stand in respect for a moment
And hear the stillness of the breeze
That blows through our minds
We are captive on this earth
A dying breed forever
A victim of our own ...

Read the full of Bluebells

The Wren

Stepping warily into a grey morning
With mist shrouding the hedgerows
Damp pavements and frost-bitten walls
Thick socks on to protect the toes

All seemed lifeless and a little forlorn
The way things feel now and then
Until uplifted by a crescendo of sound
The defiant song of the wren

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