A wonderful bird is the Pelican, Its beak can hold more than its belly ...
A wonderful bird is the Pelican, Its beak can hold more than its belly ...
A wonderful bird is the Pelican, Its beak can hold more than its belly ...
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My Loss<br />
by James Palmer<br />
after reading ‘Mid-Term Break’ by Seamus Heaney<br />
My loss<br />
my loss you know not how it treats me<br />
my loss you <strong>can</strong>not understand<br />
my loss <strong>is</strong> <strong>is</strong> <strong>is</strong><br />
It was only yesterday we played out in <strong>the</strong> meadow<br />
<strong>the</strong> sweet summer warmth kept cool by a light breeze<br />
da<strong>is</strong>ies white drops with small sun centres dotted around <strong>the</strong> green<br />
with lilac explosions scattered less densely<br />
galaxies in <strong>the</strong> night sky<br />
<strong>the</strong> <strong>wonderful</strong> <strong>bird</strong> Ardingly College 2010<br />
you were with me <strong>the</strong>n as we sat on <strong>the</strong> old rope swing, where now I swing alone,<br />
your young sweet laugh resounding in that place<br />
but silence fills it now<br />
as <strong>the</strong> wind picks up. A barrage of clouds covers <strong>the</strong> sky<br />
a splodge of rain lands on my forehead, and a chill flows down my spine.<br />
It <strong>is</strong> my feelings. A black hole, in place of my sun,<br />
all heat and light and laughter lost from my universe.<br />
My loss <strong>is</strong> unknown to you.<br />
My loss <strong>is</strong> my pain.<br />
My loss <strong>is</strong> my bro<strong>the</strong>r, Chr<strong>is</strong>, aged seven.<br />
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