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Best Poems From
JOSEPH ENRIGHT
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Summers End
In yonder shaded woodland knell,
Where elfs and goblins dwell,
Yellow leaves come fluttering down,
Tumbling gently to the ground.
A leafy carpet on the ground
Treading softly, make no sound
Resting gently by a tree
Sunlight shines like liquid honey
Casting shadows all around
Autumn leaves come tumbling down.
Over head a pidgeon coos
Lonley sound, empty woods
Chilly winds oer the land,
Heraldind winter
Close at hand.
Now the woodland goes to rest
Squirrels gather nuts to nest
Swallows all have gone away
Come back soon for summer days.
Joseph Enright
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Summertime
Early mornong sun creeps over the hill,
Summer dawn.....world silent and still,
Cud chewing cows sit on dew drenched grass
Berries on bushes shine like polished glass.
Swift flying swallows tumble oer the meadow.
Bees seek nectar from dandelions yellow,
Bleating sheep on distant hill
Sounds float oer morning still.
Air perfumed with new mown hay
Early morn, summers day.
Vibrant colours they delight
Cloudless sky...pierciengly bright.
When the sun sinks in the wesr
Heals up all the world in rest
Ivory coloured moon hangs overhead
Dimond sparkling stars on black velvet bed
As the daylight sinks away
End of a perfect summer day....
Joseph Enright
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The Frog
A frog came in my house today,
Uninvited, you might say,
He looked around contentedly,
But took no heed of me.
Slightly green with spots of brown,
He jumped around the hall
Up and down, up and down
I tried to shoo him out the door,
But all he did was jump some more.
My dog Scruffy came bounding in
And started barking...what a din.
Old Froggy stood his ground
And stared, unblinking, at the hound
I stooped to pick him off the floor
But with a hop and a jump
He leapt right out the door
Joseph Enright
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The Acorn
An acorn on an oak tree grew,
The wind around him gently blew,
It whispered to him quite softly
'Some day from your mother
You will be free
To grow and be a mighty tree'
'Who'? 'Me'? A mighty oak'?
The little acorn thought this a joke.
Cruel autumn wind whistled round
And knocked the acorn to the ground.
A little girl passing by
The small acorn she did spy
She picked ot up but let it fall
Down a nearby rabbit hole.
All winter long it lay inside
Soon it withered and turned dry
In the springtime a shoot of green
From the acorn could be seen.
It grew and grew, as years rolled by
Soon it reached up to the sky.
So it was a tale come true
A mighty oak
From the acorn grew...........
Joseph Enright
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