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A Precious Smile
When I walked down the lane last night, I saw a yellow flower. It smiled and asked me how I felt, be-fore the mid-night hour.
I sat and slept up-on a bank, the flower close by my head. I dreamt awhile of Summer days and what the flower had said.
When I a-woke and looked a-bout, a host of flowers had grown. I picked the tulips and wild flowers and carried them quickly home.
As I arranged them in a vase, they smiled as if to say, how glad we are to send our love, because it's Mother's Day'.
Pulteney Bridge
Oh wouldn't it be lovely, to buy the flower shop, with views a-cross the river and sea-gulls on the top.
Oh wouldn't it be lovely, to buy the Old Stamp Shop, with penny black's on post cards and sea-gulls on the top.
It would be oh so lovely, to buy the small tea-shop, with cur-ant buns with icing and sea-gulls on the top.
I'd fill some bags with presents and tie them up with string: a stamp, some flowers and flap-jacks, fit for a noble King.
I'd tell the snow-white sea--gulls, to carry them far a-way and drop them in the meadows where children go to play.
Poems by Tom Clarke