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Bernard Taylor Poem
The stream.
Sunlight Flicks through branch and falls
On shady copse and tree lined halls.
To scatter bright on dreaming stream,
Which flows amongst the woodland scene.
Then on to twist through leafy glade
And out into the light - Parade.
It chatters on through cobbled brook
And Bubbles up from rocky nook.
Over silver fish and dancing fly,
Where waving fingered branches lie.
Thenceforth to a place where the water slows,
A gentle pond amongst the meadows.
It's waters clear and sleepy calm,
Serenaded by a Buntings psalm.
Which flutters in and gently feeds,
Then darts between the cotton reeds.
To its nest with tiny hearts that beat,
In a place where shade and sunlight meet.
This summer haze where all is still
Does joy into my heart distil.
I sit and watch the ripples run,
Rise and fall, reflect the sun.
At banks of sedge they slowly play
A rhythmic dance then fade away.
Copyright © Bernard Taylor | Year Posted 2016
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Bernard Taylor Poem
Summer love.
The summer came, the summer went,
And with it youths fresh love was spent.
And now I sit and dream of then
And wish those days were back again.
The warmth of sun and warmth of heart,
They both conspired to play their part
In what for me were dreams come true,
And now I sit and think of you.
That hazy day upon a hill
When all around the world was still.
The air was warm with heady scent
Of flowers and your perfume pent.
We laughed and talked of simple things,
With hopes of what the future brings.
we sat; our backs against a tree,
and watched the clouds go floating free.
So now for me the summers gone,
Life's race began and you moved on.
To where or what I cannot tell,
But you left behind an empty shell.
I really wish that now was then
So we could laugh and love again.
In what for me were dreams come true
And now I sit and think of you.
Copyright © Bernard Taylor | Year Posted 2016
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