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Ghost Ship
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A ghost ship
Riding the fog
Night of the dog
Silence weighed heavy
In days of yore
During the War
When a whispered breath
Could bring death
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Image: http://granny1947.wordpress.com
©DGA 03 January 2012 08:40
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Ghost Ship
.
A ghost ship
Riding the fog
Night of the dog
Silence weighed heavy
In days of yore
During the War
When a whispered breath
Could bring death
.
Image: http://granny1947.wordpress.com
©DGA 03 January 2012 08:40
LITTLE FRITZ
Little curly cheeky rascal
Mop of mischief in a capsule
Glossy fur and eyes so bright
Dancing ‘round with great delight
Eyes intense with expectation
Gaze at me in anticipation
You could always read my mind
And in your haste leave me behind
Image: Author
©DGA 21.06.2011 11:22
The Bodyguard
I opened my eyes, listening intently.
What had I heard? Why did I wake?
I let out my breath, softly, slowly.
Silence reigned.
Snuggling back under the sheets,
I closed my eyes, and the shroud of sleep
Slipped over my head as I drifted away
In my dreams.
The birds were stirring in the trees,
A touch of orange streaked the sky,
The faintest rustling of the leaves,
Daylight breaking.
I lay awhile and savoured the dawn,
Relished the crispness of the breeze.
My dog lay curled against my back,
Sleeping soundly.
I swung my feet down to the floor,
Fastened my robe against the chill,
And there, protruding from under the bed,
Was an adder – dead.
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