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Who Was Lizzie Van Zyl
Who was Lizzie Van Zyl?
A small girl stands on Woodcock Bridge
Pointing at her reflection in the water.
The glint from the sun, and a cold wind,
Distorts a distant memory of gold, and places long forgotten.

For the bridge and the girl are forever linked
The bricks paid for...

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Categories: woodcock, history, girl, birth, girl,
Form: Free verse
London Journey Fascination
LONDON     JOURNEY    FASCINATION

First time on a mainline LNER   train  *
When you’re  five’s  a signal whistle
For six hours Kings Cross   to  Newcastle   **
Sightseeing.   Walk along platform to...

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Categories: woodcock, traveljourney, london, me, time,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Upon Visiting Gortmore
The new roves are not like the old,
They purvey an unwieldy aspect
To their elderly kindred folk;
Even on this steep hill forms encroach
Upon an edifice grand of bygone grandeur;

 So to ‘Ghurt Muire’ that Jacobean domain
With its winding entrance avenue,
And meadows of barley cane;
There the ancient...

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Categories: woodcock, uplifting,
Form: Pastoral

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Premium Member Hero of An Hour
Today ignorance uttered words in the court of kings,
as we waited too long for coruscation of brilliancy, 
serendipity smiled on nescient,
and crowned rebellion for one hour.

utterances from idle lips ,
foist on  passerby along nature’s path,
As filthy rebel from the woodcock progeny,
Spoke with grandeur of...

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Categories: woodcock, anger, bullying, conflict, hurt,
Form: Clerihew
A Walk In the Woods
The mist hangs low. No panic though,
no cause for distress, just mustard - and cress
adorns the forest floor, no roar, just the soaring 
of woodcock, no shock of the dead, just the red
of poppies on man made redoubts, moss covered,
with Plovers eggs,undiscovered, in its secret...

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Categories: woodcock, remembrance day, war,
Form: Free verse
Just Yesterday
Just yesterday she flew through my mind

Not like a falcon, but more like a woodcock who was beautifully taking its time

My! She was so fine...

So fine was our time

Just yesterday she flew through my mind...

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Categories: woodcock, appreciation, beautiful, feelings, lost
Form: Free verse




Book: Reflection on the Important Things