Stile Poems - Poems about Stile

... Not your ordinary, average date, a country ramble, a stile a gate, and here's the pitch, “We won't go far, or stay up late.” Now he and she sitting silently, beside the flickering fir......

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...2007 * the country stile hedged the wild flower meadow where I sit awhile * shadows in the sky- fluttering across my eye a brown butterfly * on the wind,a bell- muffled from across the squ......

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...We walked through the woods and saw piles of cut timber waiting in well made bails the narrow path meant we walked in file onward down until we came to a stile which lead us on for another mile ......

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...O my glorious rival in love, For I fell in the cosmic river of yours. I flew in the rhythm of darkness within, For finding my light in glorious you. I played my flute for you to sing, For ......

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... Into a meadow, I stopped by a gate I often happened this way Upon the stile I lent my arms, Closing my eyes for a while It often happened this way Deep in my mind's eye A vision,cl......

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...Into a meadow, I stopped by a gate I often happened this way Upon the stile I lent my arms, Closing my eyes for a while It often happened this way Deep in my mind's eye A vision,clear ......

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... 'I saw the Lord He we high&lifted up And rightfully adored I saw the Lord And He saw me' ******************************** *THE HAPPENING* Into a meadow, I stopped by a gate I often happen......

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...When I was 9 years old, we moved to the countryside My playground was the lush green fields covered in buttercups Where sheep and cow grazed free And when I climbed the stile and ran down to the r......

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...When I was 9 years old, we moved to the countryside My playground was the lush green fields covered in buttercups Where sheep and cow grazed free And when I climbed the stile and ran down to the r......

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...I remember I got up earlier than usual A bright summer morning with no one around I crossed the road onto the country path And made my way along Past the farmer’s reservoir <>...

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...GENESIS Into a meadow, I stopped by a gate I often happened this way Upon the stile I lent my arms, Closing my eyes for a while It often happened this way Deep in my mind's eye A vision,c......

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...A memory is a fragile, sacred being Chained to whatever it pleases - Music, smells, the coming of spring. Fleeting as the tender skin of a child It comes with crashing of cymbals Yet always ma......

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...Spring ripples through luscious flowery plots. Manoeuvring into a large cul-de-sac I climb a low stile only to find a picturesque scene, vast field of poppies red. ......

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...A long line of waters Deep in hearts of bathers A lifeline of growth Weep of salvation brought forth Waters of life over a mile Outrunning a thousand stile Gifts of life in piles Surmounting......

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...Once in a while we both may smile In ecstasy of love’s beguile Pondering down memory lane In delight of the loving game. Do you feel flames of love again In that burning, yearning con......

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