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Alan Pattison Poem
St Paul’s gazes out over the modernising City
Where the Tower shrinks in its corner
Fearful of the vicious Shard
The Abbey and Houses of Parliament
Keep Westminster alive
Under the gaze of a watchful Eye
The hustle of the restless Oxford Street
Is matched by the bustle of Soho
The British Museum still reigns supreme in Bloomsbury
Despite constant tourist invasion
On the river the Cutty Sark is rehabilitated
And Tower Bridge still opens
The Boat Race can be seen every year but not from the new Garden Bridge
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Alan Pattison Poem
St Paul’s gazes out over the modernising City
Fearful of the vicious Shard
The Abbey and Houses of Parliament
Keep Westminster alive
But now under the gaze of a watchful Eye
The hustle of the restless Oxford Street
Is matched by the bustle of Soho
The British Museum still reigns supreme in Bloomsbury
Despite constant tourist invasion
On the river the Cutty Sark is rehabilitated
Tower Bridge still opens
The Boat Race can be seen every year and Cambridge can win
Copyright © Alan Pattison | Year Posted 2016
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Alan Pattison Poem
St Paul’s gazes out over the modernising City
Where the Tower shrinks in its corner
Fearful of the vicious Shard
The Abbey and Houses of Parliament
Keep Westminster alive
Under the gaze of a watchful Eye
The hustle of the restless Oxford Street
Is matched by the bustle of Soho
The British Museum still reigns supreme in Bloomsbury
Despite constant tourist invasion
On the river the Cutty Sark is rehabilitated
And Tower Bridge still opens
The Boat Race can be seen every year but not from the new Garden Bridge
Copyright © Alan Pattison | Year Posted 2016
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Alan Pattison Poem
What could make a better memory
Than the best decision ever made
On a day never to be forgotten
However old I might get
We will get there together
Still hand in hand
Linked by previous memories
Of lives joined together
Always happy with the thick
Will get us through the thin
Friends and family will help us
As they did in the beginning
That proud, well-dressed boy
Is now a grumpy old man
With a caring, loving wife
Who still remembers “I will”
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Alan Pattison Poem
The waves go crashing on the rocks
The cliffs are grey and red
Childrens’ voices ring out clear
As the gulls go ghosting by
The sea feels colder than the blue it looks
Next stop Antartica helps
In summer ice cream still helps
To calm flustered bodies
A ship sail serenely by
As the seal struggles to grip
On the headland camera shutters click
Capturing the moment
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Alan Pattison Poem
I never miss watching Qi
always worth it is Mr. Fry
I share the same Christian name with the other main man
we are both Alan
I can tell you something quite interesting
to enjoy it is worth time investing
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Alan Pattison Poem
The drizzle floated gently down eventually turning to mist
Caressing leaves and flowers as it went by apart from those it kissed
At last it reached the grass
which was relieved that the drought seems to have passed
The humans gave thanks that the drought might break
Although this little bit would barely their thirst slake
But this this the bit of rain
Gave them hope that it would come again
Further north it fell as snow
Just enough for the hill
As skiing to qualify still
Although not a mogul in sight
Keen skiers try as they might
Copyright © Alan Pattison | Year Posted 2017
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Alan Pattison Poem
The drizzle floated gently down eventually turning to mist
Caressing leaves and flowers as it went by apart from those it kissed
At last it reached the grass
which was relieved that the drought seems to have passed
The humans gave thanks that the drought might break
Although this little bit would barely their thirst slake
But this this the bit of rain
Gave them hope that it would come again
Further north it fell as snow
Just enough for the hill
As skiing to qualify still
Although not a mogul in sight
Keen skiers try as they might
Copyright © Alan Pattison | Year Posted 2017
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Alan Pattison Poem
The drizzle floated gently down eventually turning to mist
Caressing leaves and flowers as it went by apart from those it kissed
At last it reached the grass
which was relieved that the drought seems to have passed
The humans gave thanks that the drought might break
Although this little bit would barely their thirst slake
But this this the bit of rain
Gave them hope that it would come again
Further north it fell as snow
Just enough for the hill
As skiing to qualify still
Although not a mogul in sight
Keen skiers try as they might
Copyright © Alan Pattison | Year Posted 2017
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