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Best Poems Written by Linda Bolt

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Sir Francis Drake

In 1588 Sir Francis Drake,
over a game of bowls, his time he did take.
Saying I’ll play my game before England’s fate.
So the Spanish will just have to wait!

There once was a young sailor named Drake,
who some thought was a bit of a flake.
On Plymouth Hoe he stood
while playing with his wood 
not knowing that history he'd make.

Drake was from the Elizabethan era
finishing his game as Spain drew nearer.
A stubborn man and quite contrary 
until he died of dysentery!

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The Picnic

Stood by the river throws a pooh stick
suddenly, I hear “nanny come quick.”
The water went splash
a dog a mad dash
crossing the river to nab our picnic!

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Old Souls

Old souls once loved and grieved
long forgotten all they achieved.
Laid to rest in an old churchyard
With a solitary tree standing guard.
Eternally sleeping peaceful and shaded
names they once had, long since faded
Memories entombed behind a dry stone wall,
with the soothing chirrup of a sparrows call.
Overgrown grass, dead flowers rot
as these old souls are long forgot.
Now distant echoes of another time 
Slowly disappearing as weeds entwine

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My Favourite Day

My favourite day, was sunny
birds where in the sky
I remember it distinctly 
It was a day I didn’t cry.

My favourite day, was xmas
for presents I didn’t reach
Instead I just laid there
On a warm, sunny beach.

My favourite day, you came to me
Oh my,how you did howl
this small little person 
all snuggled in a towel.

My favourite day, I went to sea
on a mighty big boat 
Cruising from isle to isle 
I’m so glad we stayed afloat.

My favourite day was yesterday 
For my family I did see
laughing as the clouds rolled by
while drinking cups of tea.

My favourite day was perfect 
Believe me for this is true.
My favourite days are definitely 
the days I share with you.

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This Place

Deep in a valley there is this secret place,
a place to relax with the sun upon your face.
The only way out is to climb up hills so steep
all that you can see is fields of grazing sheep!

Surrounded by restless trees rustling in a grove.
The crackling of a log that burns to heat a stove.
The cawing of a bird and the buzzing of the bees
a trickling from a stream the mind is puts at ease.

When the night-time comes, take off your walking boots
then along comes a tawny owl who sits alone and hoots.
While sitting on your deck with a million stars above
You will feel at peace and this place you’ll surely love.

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Winter

An Autumn breeze blows its final blows 
the temperature drops, everything's froze.
Dark clouds loom soon a blizzard will come,
everyone rushes home with their faces all numb.

The people get ready for the first winter snows
and when Jack Frost comes to nip at their toes.
After a blizzard rages all through the night
The ground becomes a sea of brilliant white.

Thick ice is forming as far as the eye can see,
Couples are skating where a lake used to be.
Seeing winters beauty is a spectacular sight,
as the ice sparkles like crystals under moonlight.

Building Snowmen sledding and snowball fights
Hot chocolate marshmallows and cosy nights.
children catching snow flakes with their tongue,
excitement their feeling as Winter has begun.

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This Planet

The beauty of this planet is there for all to see,
From the highest of the mountains
to the deepness of the sea.

Rivers run so freely
Forests stand so tall.
A new wonder with each season
from the winter to the fall.

The vastness of a desert,
An ever changing sky
Truly an amazing sight 
for each and every eye.

The greenest of a meadow
which lies before our feet.
multicoloured flowers
the scent of which is sweet.

The loud roar that comes from water
as it falls from a great height, 
plunging to the rocks below 
It’s clearness turning white.

How I love this planet
so much beauty it does give
In fact the only ugliness 
Is where the humans live!

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Seasons

Summer shades turn to russet tones,
an autumn wind chilled to your bones.
A shorter day makes for a longer night
the grounds a sea of blinding white!.

The picturesque scenes you admire
throwing another log upon the fire.
Children full of Christmas cheer 
wrapping up warm as winters here,

and when the snow begins to thaw 
of new beginnings you are in awe. 
As nesting chicks begins to sing 
informing us that now it’s spring!.

Newly sown seeds begin to grow 
tucked up in their beds all in a row.
As the memories of each season slowly fades
we get back those summer shades!

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Trick Or Treat

The flicker of a candle 
eerie shadows on the wall
the rattle of a handle 
as darkness comes to call.

Watch out for the witches 
little demons on the prowl 
monsters with their stitches 
mad werewolves as they howl.

You’ll see all things scary 
on this very spooky night
giant spiders that are hairy
so get ready for a fright.

They’ll be out there shocking 
on the hunt for something sweet 
on your door their be knocking 
as they cry out..”trick-or-treat!!”

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Freesia

The sweetest fresh aroma filling a room.
   tufts of narrow leaves a summer bloom
               like trumpets all in a row
                  on Wiry stems grow.
                        Colours bright
                            graceful
                           a delight.
                    Used in bottled scents 
                     a symbol of innocence.
         Pure white chosen for a wedding day
   proudly adorning a blushing brides bouquet.