Some more of my poetry
By Hourhouse
Less personal verses
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Spring
Spring has definitely sprung, and it amazes me every year how quickly the bare branches turn into leafy trees - so I wrote a poem!
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Autumn Leaves
How far away the warm sun seems How distant now the dappled leafy shade
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Clouds
A silly little poem about clouds - but probably the one I'll be remembered for!
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The Handfasting
A pagan wedding
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Harvest
Reflections on changing times
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The Buddha of Pizza
Enter pizza shop and bow I am here and I am now And to you I joyful sing Make me one with everything!
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Hayfever
While I love to see Mother Nature emerging from her slumber again, it's not without its problems for some of us. Read this without singing it - I dare you ;o)
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The New Church
Our church is new and sprang up on the green,
Within a day or two, almost unseen.
The old church, built of stone in ages long,
Too small to house the growing parish throng,
Has a new sibling, built of iron and wood
Upon the green, where once a pigsty stood.
Our parson, Father Pugh's a sleepy chap
And known to use his namesake for a nap.
One Sunday Parson Pugh slept long and late
His congregation sang a hymn and didn't wait.
The parson, having lost his congregation,
Awoke to find his church just full of corrugation.
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I have an image to go with this but I'm stuggling to add it. It used to be much easier...