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I MET A SNAIL I met a snail in the wood Carrying its house on its back I knocked at the door No response I knocked again A little head popped out Horns angling for a fight Then, it opened its inquisitive face Filled with smiling It craned its head Asking who is there Its… Continue reading

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  An otter   An otter swimming the  backstroke rolling like a barrel Smiling with delight Its nose parting the water Doing the Harbour stroll  Contented in its contentment Suddenly, the danger is spotted Within a second, there's pandemonium Waterhens come from nowhere Ducks gather around him All are shouting and flapping their wings The… Continue reading

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FIRST HOLY COMMUNION

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little children in white lace A smile upon his loving face All knees with rosary beads Around their little fingers   A postulant knees upright in her Pew And looks as though she knew Each child's ward Would reach the ear of God   Silent as the grave she kneels And watches for a chance… Continue reading FIRST HOLY COMMUNION

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A ROBIN STOOD ON A BROKEN HEADSTONE

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A Robin Stood on a broken headstone Looked at me Winked an eye Raised its tail Wiggled it a little Whistled the Robin song   Consoling the dead with a message Wait till the last day The day of judgment It may be Tomorrow Or Tomorrow Or Tomorrow Morrow I it the second coming.

DAFFODILS IN JULY
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DAFFODILS IN JULY

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A DAMP JULY DAY WIND CATCHES THE WAVES ALONG THE CANAL AND I REMEMBER THE DAFFODIL

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I am the poet in residence at Oldtown

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  I am the poet in residence at Oldtown My job is to serenade the flowers Taking my rhythm from the bees and trees And everything that grows And shows Even the Kingfisher Likes my muse And I enthuse In the soft element of delight To blossom in my inner sight Knowing everything has its… Continue reading I am the poet in residence at Oldtown

I met a snail in the wood
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I met a snail in the wood

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I met a snail in the wood Carrying its house on its back I knocked at the door A little head popped out Horns angling for a fight Then, it opened its inquisitive face Filled with smiling It craned its head Asking who is there Its eyes lit on me The long stare gathered Wondering… Continue reading I met a snail in the wood

Heron
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Heron

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A Heron stands motionless on the canal bank Its head sunk on his shoulders Ready to pounce His eyes firmly on the shallow water Ignoring the passers-by.