Wednesday 26 September 2007

A poem, I's think afore I's go.

WATCHING. by Stewart Mackinder (c)
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Watch the sky for you may see,
The sun setting behind the oak tree,
Glowing red and orange hue,
The fading light flickering through.
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Shadows casting across the fields of wheat,
Now the shadows start to creep,
until light and dark finaly meet,
Reaching up the hill so steep.
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Watch the sky for you will see,
Full moon shining full of glee,
While one star begins to shoot,
The wise old Owl sits and gives a hoot.

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