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Poppy and the bluebird


Poppy was basking in the sunlight

She was sitting in her favourite place

Looking up into the blue sky

The sun was shinning upon her face

 

She sat there and all was peaceful

She felt so relaxed and calm

Knowing that she was safe on her toadstool

She knew she would come to no harm

 

Excuse me, said a little blue bird

I cannot find my way back to my nest

My wings are very weak from flying

Can I stay awhile to take a rest?

 

Poppy took pity on the little blue bird

She allowed the little bird to stay

While the little bird was sleeping

Poppy opened her wings and flew away

 

She circled the forest many times

Looking for the little blue birds nest

This became very tiring for Poppy

So, she settled in a tree for a rest

 

Whilst resting in the tree for a while

A little bird said excuse me have you heard

I have been looking all day in the forest

Trying to find my little blue bird

 

So, they both flew back together

To find the little blue bird fast asleep

His mother was so pleased to find him

She gave him a loving kiss on his beak

 

Mother bird was so grateful to Poppy

For finding her little blue bird that day

Then they both kissed each other

Saying goodbye as they both flew away
Malcolm Bradshaw
NOTTINGHAM POET

A man with no name

Clint had a glint in is eye

Eastwood my name

With stubble on his chin

Black Stetson and poncho

And a colt 45 strapped to is side,

Fast on the draw

He wasn’t good, bad, or even ugly

With a fistful of dollars

The man with no name,

He would blow cigar smoke

Right into your face

He would play cards

And pull out an ace

Or you can try a magnum for size,

He is a high plains drifter

A man with no name

Who knows,

Dirty Harry, Josey Wales,

And an orang-utan Called Clyde

Play misty for me Clint

And make my day,

He sits at the bar in ‘Hogs breaths inn’

Look here comes the honky-tonk man

Have you seen the film’s,

City heat or Firefox

So what’s your name?

Rowdy Yate’s, Dirty Harry, Josey Wales

Or are you the man with no name?

No it’s Clint Eastwood

The mayor of Carmel

In the U.S.A.

Thomas Sims

CHRISTIANITY IS NOT A MYTH

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Dreams


Rest your head and close your eyes
I will sing you a lullaby
Clear your head of all your thoughts
Ease your mind of worrying sorts,
Drift off into a peaceful dream
Imagine the beautiful things you’ve seen,
Float on a fluffy cloud above
Where nothing matters but the ones you love,
Think of all tomorrows fun
Soon will rise the morning sun.

By Abbe Cutforth

NOTTINGHAM POET

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