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The Victoria plum-tree that we planted this year Is now full of blossom that looks lovely from here The creamy white flowers and the brightest green leaves Makes beautiful colour as Springtime relieves. The garden of Winter, this year so wet Does blossom herald a ‘best Summer yet.’ It’s quite true of course that village life so snug Can have a tendency to make one feel smug But for years our’s has struggled, it now has no shops And a pub that’s near closure though it still sells the ‘hops.’ We don’t take it lightly the community here For we know we could lose it which would cost us all dear. It’s not really the money though the costs would be great But there’d be no Village Hall and no Summer Fete No chats with our friends over stiles by the field Nor any more eggs from the local chicks yield. We don’t take it lightly the community here And we will fight to keep it which will cost us all dear. ©JRW2014
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
joe-wilson
A VILLAGE
The Victoria plum-tree that we planted this year Is now full of blossom that looks lovely from here The creamy white flowers and the brightest green leaves Makes beautiful colour as Springtime relieves. The garden of Winter, this year so wet Does blossom herald a ‘best Summer yet.’ It’s quite true of course that village life so snug Can have a tendency to make one feel smug But for years our’s has struggled, it now has no shops And a pub that’s near closure though it still sells the ‘hops.’ We don’t take it lightly the community here For we know we could lose it which would cost us all dear. It’s not really the money though the costs would be great But there’d be no Village Hall and no Summer Fete No chats with our friends over stiles by the field Nor any more eggs from the local chicks yield. We don’t take it lightly the community here And we will fight to keep it which will cost us all dear. ©JRW2014
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Natalie! at present I am present on a small isle, which is so green genteel to the eyes and the ayes, you might include it among yet unmastered possibilities, living here forever. indeed, the crescent beach so welcoming that francais et l'anglais des anglaise is spoken here, but actuality has a way of intruding, like Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Bleu, saying I know you, even if it doesn’t this breeze bearing load suggests your name as a candidate for future, honours, an MBE, a practiced curtsy for a queen, whatever is he babbling about? why I am presenting an outline for a screenplay that will make you a little rich and somewhat fameuse so you buy a house on the water, party all night, write in the miracle wonder of the late afternoon on a summery isle, modestly hungover say! where is this isle so sheltered, where nooks are set aside for poets and drunks to pub crawl, to stand on tables and Irish sing of those things that poets endlessly babble? so add : come here and let us listen to all your possibilities and cross just this one, your presence here, off the list
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Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC
onlylovepoetry
I was born into a universe of possibilities, hers, natalie stiles carmona
Natalie! at present I am present on a small isle, which is so green genteel to the eyes and the ayes, you might include it among yet unmastered possibilities, living here forever. indeed, the crescent beach so welcoming that francais et l'anglais des anglaise is spoken here, but actuality has a way of intruding, like Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Bleu, saying I know you, even if it doesn’t this breeze bearing load suggests your name as a candidate for future, honours, an MBE, a practiced curtsy for a queen, whatever is he babbling about? why I am presenting an outline for a screenplay that will make you a little rich and somewhat fameuse so you buy a house on the water, party all night, write in the miracle wonder of the late afternoon on a summery isle, modestly hungover say! where is this isle so sheltered, where nooks are set aside for poets and drunks to pub crawl, to stand on tables and Irish sing of those things that poets endlessly babble? so add : come here and let us listen to all your possibilities and cross just this one, your presence here, off the list
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