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Pauline Taylor Poem
Wales to me is home, the place I love to be
Close to mountains, surrounded by hills so green
Waterfalls, trickling Brook, rivers run free
Twenty miles westward the coast can be seen
Friendly people it's like going back in time
Good morning greetings or an afternoon smile
How am I doing? I reply I am just fine
Stopping for a second , from walking my daily mile
Gone are the miners, slag heaps and black dust
Horses run wild, sheep that take fright
The national game of rugby, toughness and guts
Melodic male choirs who love to unite
Deprivation and past damage to the land
The Welsh have a strength, on that I agree
All standing together, there to hold your hand
Born in England but Wales is now home to me
Copyright © Pauline Taylor | Year Posted 2020
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Pauline Taylor Poem
Kindness is to listen, when someone wants to share
You don't have to say a lot, just listen to show you care
Kindness is to be watchful for the thoughtful frown
A penny for their thoughts when they are feeling down
The elderly get lonely, alone for days on end
Don't walk by, say hello, you might just make a friend
Kindness cost you nothing, it might just be a smile
Make someone's day special, go the extra mile
Copyright © Pauline Taylor | Year Posted 2020
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