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NEW AUTHORS SHOWCASE
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06-02-09 6M p9 |
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A Lemon in my Handbag by Lyn Halvorsen |
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Let Me Be Your Friend
Let me be your friend I will not let you down I will love you and care for you, Share the blackest days with you. When you cry I will comfort you When you laugh I too will laugh. If you fall ill I will stay with you And bring you daffodils on the first day of spring And snowdrops in winter. When the sun shines I will dance with you and share your wine. Let me look beautiful for you And take you where you wish to be. Then - at the end of our time Stay close to the memory of you and me.
Polzeath Beach
A little girl races across the sand Clutching pennies in her hand Heading for the ice-cream van. Chasing her footprints on the shore Her father, laughs, and lifts her high She feels like she can touch the sky! A house of sand they build so tall Sea shells for windows and pebbles for a wall. A garden of seaweed laid on the ground A home for a mermaid when the sea swirls around. She laughs in the car, slides on the warm leather seat, A bucket of tadpoles clamped between her feet.
Awake In The Night
When I awake in the night, and the dark presses down Thoughts swirl around in my head, All the sense of the day, has drifted away Like a slowly unravelling thread. I sift through strands of yesterday to see how it may look Like an author planning a chapter In a long unfinished book. The hopes and the fears Trickle back down the years, heart stopping moments Mixed with silent tears. Muddled thoughts drift into dreams Where nothing in life is as it seems. I dream of the olive tree high on the hill That has seen a thousand setting suns, After wars and strife it flourishes still And it’s soft green leaves will still sigh in the breeze When our day is over and our life is done.
Cherish Your Life
If ever I have to say goodbye And you should feel the world is dark, Look up at the blue sky and not at the ground Listen to the sweet birdsong And feel my best love shining on you. Find me in all the things you do And come back sometime And remember where you are from. Walk in my shoes and acknowledge my past. But walk forward and cherish your life For I have always cherished yours.
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Old Photographs
Old photographs pinned in a tarnished frame Hang behind the door Of an old farmhouse here in Provence Where the family live no more. They stand pictured in the doorway The same one I now see The door a faded duck egg blue With a rusty lock and key. The year nineteen hundred and ten Is inscribed in brown pen Perhaps by the mother holding An infant dressed in calico clothing. Now tourists stay in the house To escape from their punishing schedule. Crates of wine Food so fine Are bought from the market stall There’s satellite television in the sitting room And a computer in the hall. It’s a long way back Yet no time at all To the scene in that picture that hangs on the wall The family went I know not where But traces of their lives still echo there Amidst purple fields of lavender.
The Appletree Robin
Through winter chills And summer suns The soft and gentle rain, The Appletree robin sings his song Along our leafy lane. He perches on the old wood fence And in the holly tree There’s a reason why I see him there He’s singing just for me! My constant friend with his rosy chest And gently plumped up feathers I spy him flying from his nest In all the winds and weathers. Where sweet honeysuckle winds around my door With golden scented flowers, I hear my robin sing - before I pass the busy hours.
A Lemon In My Handbag
My grandchildren came to the house today A lovely time to stop and play. Beloved little trio, playing with toys A sitting room echoing with happy noise. Three little people who like to dress As Superman, and a sparkly princess. We lay a picnic on a cloth of silk With gingerbread men and bowls of milk. A tiny hand has left on the mat A twinkling sticker, a frog and a cat. Next day in my handbag left in the hall I find a shiny lemon left by someone small. |