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Boys wellies
Wet and smelly
If only they could talk
About his walk.
Around the lake
For exercise sake
Puddles just made for jumping
Landing in the middle both now soaking.
Pulled along by a boy of two
‘Come on Bampy no need of a loo! ‘
‘ Chase me fast’
Legs pumping as I past
He giggles and laughs
As he now passed
To the horse chestnut tree
For a conker to see.
All around the lake
And back again just for his sake
Homeward bound
No straight line, just around and around.
Back in, and into a bath
Splashing again, another laugh
A smile so bright
Easy and light.
Dry him off
Cleaner than a toff
Time for bed
Everything been said
Out like a light
Sleeping so tight
Until morning so bright
He’s up and ready to play fight.
Dark clouds overhead
Thunder rolls, lightening strikes
The tower dark and gloomy
Lit up in the night
Dark clouds overhead
Thunder rolls, lightening strikes
The tower dark and gloomy
Lit up in the night
It calls for my being
Door open just ajar
Begging, inviting, all seeing
A voice from deep within
Falling, tumbling
Sinking deeper
Into this dark tower
The call of the Reaper
Hand on handle
Door squeaking
Am I pushing?
Hinges creaking.
Calls of the Tortured souls inciting
Demons and sirens inviting
Darkness like a cloak
Water wrapping around you like a moat.
Promises of forgetfulness
The comfort of dreamless sleep
No touch of tenderness
Try pulling back from the deep
Life throws at you it’s Tempest
The Tower dark and bleak
Offers the traveller rest
The shelter he seeks
Dark clouds overhead
Thunder rolls, lightening strikes
No rest, or sweet dreams in bed
Toss and turn, the devil likes.
This view of Glastonbury seemed to fit so well with the description of Robert’s Tower of souls
Go to The Poem: Tower of Souls
Tower Of Souls!
How tall is this tower
Filled to the brim
More and more each hour
Every new soul, Each grim.
I stand outside looking in
How soon before inside looking out
No soul as I, full of sin
Wants to shout.
Does this tower expand
To allow others in
No room to stand
Like waste into a bin
Dark clouds overhead
Thunder rolls, lightening strikes
No rest, or sweet dreams in bed
Toss and turn, the devil likes.
“Roll up, roll up” the devil cries
“Something for everyone”
He shouts with no shame for his lies
So many souls, but you’r still alone.
He calls every hour
Driving rain and tempest
Do you shelter at the tower?
When your mind is weakest.
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Of a woman’s kiss
The softness of her lips
Oh! Heaven, oh! Bliss,
The tenderness of her kiss.
