Long Weald Poems

Alien device finds its way to Earth
On earth there is time of rebirth
Young boy picks up alien stone
Suddenly he feels like he is not alone

What he sees before is great castle with a tower
But it...

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Beyond the trembly weald to glassy glane
beneath the wooden breath where thoughts remain
'twas a harkened land called Wordingtane.

The Wizard of Words ruled this land
in grips vernacular he had sturly hand, gimbly grand.
None in Wordingtane fair...

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Pretty flowers in her hair....... 
Blue butterflies.......... 
You are there 
 
Blue butterflies.......... 
Follow you......... 
They love you too 
The field..... 
Golden through 
 
For amongst the pain......... 
Such beauty 
Cannot stain 
Blue butterflies.............. 
Pretty...

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Pretty flowers in her hair....... 
Blue butterflies.......... 
You are there 

Blue butterflies.......... 
Follow you......... 
They love you too 
The field..... 
golden through 

For amongst the pain......... 
Such beauty 
Cannot stain 
Blue butterflies.............. 
Pretty flowers in...

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There once was a babbling brook flowing through the field,
 just one look is all it took to see the beauty of nature’s gift-
 All the leaves from the trees seemed to gather in the...

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Two toads appear in a lonely wood
One may be bad, the other may be good
Each claimed their route to be the best
They challenged me to take their test

Enchanted forest myths pose questions
So often paths part...

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Listen to the wisdom, oozing from the wheezing  woods, 
Whimpering in euphony, far from the bustling boulevards,
Crooning, mumbling mellow chirping soothing strains. 
The warbling of the warbles, buzzing of the bumblebees, fetching sputtering riddles!...

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The peace of summer morning
    Illuminates the weald
And spreads its rays adorning
    Deep longings unconcealed. 

The merry birds are tweeting
    While flying overhead;
The misty night is...

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A Leafy Land

      To the North and East, green sloped Downs above
      The Weald* of Kent. Beneath, the Pilgrim’s Way
     ...

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Wall in the Woods

A solitary pensive woodland canticle
Wanders through summer’s souvenirs,
A gypsy quilt of green transformed to crimson flame,
And prophesies of empty paeans swiftly riding
Through a meandering row of barren arms
Keeping silent watch at last...

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Tynecot. God's acre.

   Here..
   A quiet churchyard on the Kentish Weald
   Finches flit from holly to yew
   Shafts of gold pierce the morning sky
   Calm...

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PASTORAL

Yes I remember when this was all fields
Patchworked across the vale to chalky down
The cornfield and the pastures and the weald
That fed the hearts and bodies of the town

Yes I recall the footpath that we...

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Don’t grieve near my grave,
Nor sing a sorrow song;
Thou witness only body,
dress I wore in past;
Don't weep 'O' sweetie sweet,
I am not dressed,
yet not naked;
On a jovial vehicle,
Moving to paradise,
Faster than earthy medium;
through frolic lakes,
Dense...

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