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They are the fierce writers
They ride on horses and write past you
They have rode on this earth before
And wrote with reed on various seeds
Armed with fine parchment and accoutrements
Meadows and the cemeteries
Their favourite haunts
Mary Anne Norton Jan 2021
What gift will I bring
To a king lying in hay
The gift of myself
The  wise men brought gifts to Jesus. Got me thinking what would I bring to our King
Lying in a bed of hay
Mary Anne Norton Jan 2021
You lived alone
You died alone
Mary Anne Norton Jan 2021
This dreary kind of day
Blurs my mind
With unsettling
Thoughts
Unlike a camera
I cannot focus
Or capture
What is before
Me
I shall walk away
And wait for
The light
Mary Anne Norton Jan 2021
Ready to watch
You get ready
To fish
Is the glory
In the catch
Of the fish
Or the getting ready
  Jan 2021 Mary Anne Norton
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At sunset
It is a summer in winter
Christmas is where I find love
Mary Anne Norton Jan 2021
Couldn't wait to see you
Then when I did
I wondered why
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