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An Englishmanโ€™s Prayer


Today I am sharing with you one of my most favourite poems:

Lord, when I die, please let it be in Spring, ๐ŸŒท

Let me see the swallows and hear a robin sing; ๐Ÿฆ

Help me to my window to see a butterfly ๐Ÿฆ‹

And watch the dreamy spiral of a lark up in the sky. ๐Ÿฆ…

Let me hear the bleating of a new born baby lamb, ๐Ÿ‘

The gurgling of the water as it overflows the dam; ๐Ÿ’ฆ

The busy, busy buzzing of the ever active bees ๐Ÿ

And gentle sound of breezes whispering in the trees. ๐ŸŒฒ

Let me enjoy the scent of spring when it comes to my last day

For that will give me pleasure as I gently slip away.

And may the last thing that I see be a little baby’s smile: ๐Ÿ‘ถ

For all these things have made my stay on this old earth worthwhile.

An Englishman’s Prayer ๐Ÿ™

CREDIT: – Roy Hobbs –

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Blush of Spring poem


Blush of Spring by Dawn Crabb (my grandmother)

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Faint light of day creeps over the hill

Pale moon hides and all is still

Bending blackboys bristle there

Green spears flung to the scented air

Sea of daisies sweeping high

Rainbow riot from the sky

Frogs are silent, birds on the wing

Bushland is calling, the echoes ring

Clumsy fledglings urgently fed

Sunrise a warmth in yellow and red

Towering trees just stand and stare

Lilt of laughter loiters there

Dappled light is dancing through

Neon wear of sparkling dew

Webs dip crazily in stirring breeze

Strung like diamonds, twixt the trees

Scintillating gossamer, silken thread

Adorning the morning for night has fled

 

ยฉDawnCrabb

BOOKS, Lady, self help, Thoughts

“Old English” poems


Most old english pieces of literature and manuscript origins, authorship and early history are quite unknown. I particularly liked and picked up an “old English poetry” book from Scarborough library that I am absolutely loving. Sometimes I feel like it is a bit more eloquent than I could ever be! But my interest in English Literature is widening, and I especially like poems that have a biblical sense to it.

This book is made up of different ‘books’, for example, there is the Vercelli book, and the Exeter book, which has meaning behind the words.

It is a broad view of Anthology of British Literature, and there is a complete range of lyrics that I decided to pick ones I like and share them with you.

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