Paul Reed Poems

Here they stand, in long lines
Shoulder pressed to shoulder,
Unmoving, patient, steady
Waiting for the fire of human knowledge
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The clouds lie still for a moment,
Their edges blurred and mottled
And their depth unfathomable;
The telegraph wires twitch in the breeze
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I am called to arms
A thousand times a day
To wage this war;
And each time I must emerge
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It's got Tower Bridge
And it's got Big Ben
It's got underground trains
That run now and then
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The ground was slumbering
Beneath your chilly wrapping
Absorbing the sun's bounty
Fiery energy sapping;
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We are sitting on the ridge
Looking down at our youth
Which lies forlorn in the valley;
We have burnt each bridge
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There was a choice to make
As there is every morning
To get out of bed, to take
A step toward the dawning;
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"It feels as if the whole world is hunkering down and drawing into itself ready for winter. The only answer is to embrace this, light the fires, read, plan for next spring and try and take the dogs for a walk every day whatever the weather! " - Monty Don.

The light grows low inside of us
As we draw in our souls
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I think I will always love my life
Despite the setbacks and fears
Despite the onrushing years
I think I will always love my life;
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How calming, the sweet song of the blackbird
The most melodic tune ever heard,
From some unseen point amongst the trees,
The cheery notes drift away on the breeze;
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