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Best Poems Written by Steven Markham

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The Perfect Choice

I may not have great breeding
I will never go to Crufts
my coats a little shaggy
you could say that I am a scruff
I am not known at the kennel club
the reason is you see
I am just a little mongrel and I have no pedigree
But my tail is always wagging
my big brown eyes are bright
sometimes  I am a little naughty
but I never ever bite
I will run  and fetch the ball for you
Your slippers  I will get
I am really truly very healthy
and I do not  often need to see the vet
So  I am sure that you can love me
though I have no family crest
Go-on please choose me
I promise I will  prove to be the best

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The Garden

Have you lingered in a garden instead of passing by
and heard the rhythm of the flowers as they gentle sigh
at the warm wind playing softly around each opening bud.
have you watched the golden pollen quiver as it wrestles with the bee
and seen each faded petal fall on grass of emerald green.
Have you laughed at the frolics of the birds
as they splash in puddles left by rain or silently watched them feed their young
in rhododendron by the lane
where lazy tom purrs having missed them once again.
Have you waited for a poppy to burst while sitting in the sun
and lifted your eyes just a whisper away to find you missed the fun.
Have you walked the paths to find the shade
when the evening light begins to fade
and honeysuckle sends its perfumes high
with lilac and laburnum against an azure sky.
Have you watched the setting of the sun
its dancing rays at play tinting the trees with golden hues
at the closing  of the day
All this magic in a garden where miracles are made
twixt work of man and nature
the foundation of love is laid
this haven full of riches like a wilderness will die
unless  you pause to linger
instead of passing by

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The Chestnut Tree

Proud stands the solitary chestnut
to embrace each coming year
memories cowed deep in the bark
memories of yesteryear
Few share the old trees secrets
so few can pass that way
but every step that treads her path
leaves dreams of Shropshire days

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Winters Snow

Each Crystal shape fell white and clear
spreading a film of shimmering snow
like a curtain of voile draped from heavens door
on earths patchwork quilt below

Softly silently swirling
as busy clouds darkened the blue
and each snowdrop covered the bravest of buds
while the raging blizzard grew.

From the silent hills to the valleys below
the wind in her frenzied flight
tears at the heart of creatures small
and covers the earth in a blanket of white.

Bush and saplings cower closer
the weakest will surely fall
no haven now for tiny wings
no sound,no plaintive call.

The wild wind spent of her fury
leaves a wilderness in her wake
the curtain now a shroud, enclosed
the silent frozen waste.

Alone stands proud the holly
as she shakes her mantle free
nestled in the rich brown earth
beneath her boughs of evergreen.

Lies a patch of  gallant snowdrops
and a little touch of spring.

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The Songster

The lane gave way to the distant view
where trees and hedges now thinly grew
Tractor engine thumping nearer,seen
over Blackberry and Hawthorn,the reason was clearer
 
One lone man his labour long
I watched unseen as he broke into song
stopping the tractor to throw on the bales
was he oblivious to you hills and dales?

The panorama my breath it caught
yet his back was bent his head cared for naught
but to clear the hay while the sun was high
the breeze yet light and the meadow high

I moved from the stile as the brambles betrayed me
with his song growing sweeter closer to be
mistaken was I by his nonchalant caring
his arms were outstretched to the vista beyond.
A wave and a smile his song he was sharing
with this beautiful world
To which we belong

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The Ladder

The ladder lay where the hawthorn grew
midst long grass and nettles. all winter through
until I pulled it from the tangled mess
I began to think the world was flat
When propped against the roof it stood
to fix a tile or two
I saw behind the chimney stack
a panoramic view.
High above the Hawthorn trees
straddling the timbers and completely free
I felt as the the Sparrows and Starlings do
when they soar from the ground to a haven of blue.
And as I watched the world from previously high
reaching for the clouds drifting lazily by
I wished I lived in the house below
instead of a modest bungalow
For no ladder do they need
to see above the Hawthorn trees

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Dawn From Dhustone

Clothed in the  splendour of the dawn
what beauty I behold
As the early mist lay as a blanket
caring for the earths new born.
Grass crisp and silvered by the frosted air
awaiting the warm morning breeze
nudging softly the blanket aside
revealing hills rugged and bare.
A mirage of ocean the mist performs
across the valley and peaks
while the breeze will gently sway the mist
to make the ocean speak.
Yet as the earth awakens
the grass no longer crisp
the trees the hills the gentle slopes
arise from the morning mist.
Gone the mirage of oceans and lakes
as the splendour of the dawn awakes