john (called jack) wren

It's a place where silence
has the loudest voice
from those who lie there
though not by choice
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Sweetest of Isles I look at thee
nestled in yonder turbulent sea
shining like diamonds every day
guarding the entrance of the bay
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Ribbon and tinsel, holly and berry
it's the festive season, time to make merry
there's cards and presents, snow on the ground
carols in church make an angelic sound.
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Wee sleek thrower of the soil
under the ground you're made to toil
on heaps of earth we see your stamp
on meadow and wood where're you camp
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Creeping merrily twix affable leaf
in search of her morning aperitif
this vision with the brightest of eye
smiles as she teases the Sun in the sky.
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I am but a helpless child, encased in my mother's womb
evolving as God intended, as a rose waits to bloom
do not curtail my embryonic life, as a cure for all your ills
look upon me as your precious dove with no need of a
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By the wayside.

She sets out her stall by the wayside
displaying her goods with glowing pride
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On ground abandoned and cast aside
and railway embankments you can be spied
upright in stance and as bold as brass
all turn and flee when you harass
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Beneath my feet fond memories lie
Beneath this blue and vaulted sky,
Whose beauty far outshone the rose
Whose kiss, still lingers on the nose,
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Flower picked, petals plucked
Floating one by one,
Down upon this very spot
Shyness all undone.
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A quiet pool is hard to find
in places ravaged by mankind,
whose furtive deeds lie about
like litter left by thief and lout.
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I hear the notes but fail to find
The signature of the undersigned
Who seems to be here, or maybe there,
I look around in great despair.
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Hanging high in the air, just a dot
A cloud a blowing wind forgot,
Wings moving in excessive haste
Eyes watching the meadow waste,
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At dusk they gather to amuse
In cloud formation, then diffuse
Into groups for a moment or two
Then gather again to say adieu
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The Autumn Rain

Ask God if it's wisdom you require
In faith He will give you your desire,
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Prodding the surface with a twig
I make the water jump and jig,
And ripple, with wave after wave,
Into the weeds to misbehave.
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I remember, I remember, a happy field
Where boys in shorts did wildly wield,
A piece of willow with spontaneous flair
To elevate a ball from ground to air.
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Up to the farm house, pail in hand,
Proud to be one of a happy band
Who chatter and laugh together
While keeping one eye on the weather.
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Children mingling, fingers tingling,
Snow is falling, on the ground
Children grumbling, children stumbling
Limbs sprawling all around,
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The dark eyed girl from next door
Has bumps in her sweater,
That weren't there before,
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