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Richard Catton Poem
Hush, rest easy, listen and please no more dins,
Listen to the whispers of the young autumnal winds,
Tantalising and teasing the trees of their annual sins,
Down fall the secrets and away they hurriedly scurry,
Not wanting to reveal them to no one in a hurry,
The young winds sigh and then they slowly abate,
For perhaps it knows this year it's simply too late,
But with one final smile it knows next year can wait,
For the trees give their final shiver and await their fate.
Copyright © Richard Catton | Year Posted 2015
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Richard Catton Poem
For over 300 years there I stood happy and all alone,
Reaching out in all directions for this was truly known,
Admired by many a generation and all their eyeing folk,
I am that single and magnificently handsome ageing oak,
But now the darkness truly has no shining stars for me,
and so now I thrash my arms and shed my leaves angrily,
Is that steel monstrosity to tower me, it surely cannot be,
For now I will continue to grow lying low beneath my foe,
But surely my adorning fans eyes will see my scary plight,
Please help me in my fight to see beyond my darkened light,
And restore my beautiful home from this dreadful plight.
Copyright © Richard Catton | Year Posted 2015
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