MISTY MORNING
Misty, grey, November morning,
Everything still,
The sky is grey,
As the rain falls,
Drip, drip, against the fence it falls,
There is not a single cloud in the sky,
Just grey, quiet, stillness,
The grass is mucky and soggy,
And yet the birds continue to sing.
Perhaps they know the secret of the day,
That the grey will lift,
And the sun will colour the day.
Margaret Fearn
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A NOSE
Some nostrils go in and out,
As if to say,
Look At me,
You Lazy Lout
EARLY JUNE MORNING
Lazily the horses wake up on this early June morning,
The weather had been so kind to-day,
The summer sun brightens the surrounding fields
WORDS
Words can be powerful things,
Be careful how you use them,
Be careful of their tone,
Be careful how you say them
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