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Merlynda Robinson Poem
The Squirrel In Winter
by Merlynda Robinson
Winter’s russet lad.
The cheeky schoolboy, Seeking
Autumn’s lost homework.
Poem © Merlynda Robinson 2020
Copyright © Merlynda Robinson | Year Posted 2020
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Merlynda Robinson Poem
Dear God -
walk with us
slowly, slowly
through greying lanes
on quiet heels
in white-washed Spring -
and hear us sing -
Saint Sampson’s
loving lines …
please paint
the verge-side lilies
bright! - on lovers please
shine starlight bright! -
and hem our beckoning
golden shores
with billowing flags -
and tri-colors!
please set within
our fishing nets
our suppers’ fishes -
fat and wet!
(for country folk eat hearty!)
and share with all
our village pride
our welcoming embrace
make new-found friendships
banish fear, as we prepare
our pretty Summer Fete
this year - this - year
make red post-boxes
BURST with only ever-joyous news!
please swell our gardens’ harvests
(and our Honesty Boxes, too …)
and may this place
be Heaven-blessed.
‘God Bless’ - ‘God Bless’
To EVERYONE
To ALL who come
To ALL who rest
‘God Bless'
'GOD BLESS’
Copyright © Merlynda Robinson | Year Posted 2024
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A little Soul that loves me
As I love her.
I made her so.
Our solitude, like snow.
That silencer of trees - whose
Leaves of thought fall softly.
Though born of trees, she never falls
For I control her every move.
And she will never fail me -
For frailty is flesh and blood
And Love that’s won.
Not made.
This little maid of paint and wood
Will never age.
Nor die, diseased - and weary.
New Puppeteer! - New Life!
Her strings can be repaired.
Her eyes - re-stared.
My fingers lose their grip on her
As she outlives My Life.
My Love. And so -
I Gift this World this pretty Soul
Who stole my heart
And steals the Show.
Copyright © Merlynda Robinson | Year Posted 2024
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