Jack Meads Poems

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The Woman
You may find her by a copse of trees,
or tending the blooms in the evening breeze.
A woman of uncertain years- at a glance- a woman
with a certain grace, who looks askance,
at those who dare to invade her sacred space.

You may find her alone in a quiet place,
a fragment of melody or unresolved chord . . .
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My Hill
Sat on my hill-I laughed and cried
in equal measure till my eyes had dried.
My heart stood still then it started again,
tomorrow's future, yesterday's pain.

Sat on my hill and thought about times'
when I looked at the stars and asked them for signs,
signs for tomorrow and signs from the past'
the . . .
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