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Poetically Me

By Roger Stapenhill

This is a collection of 35 poems ranging from the very serious to the very humorous and for the very young to the very old. In fact something for everybody!
Roger has self published a well printed booklet and is donating all the profits to his local Church (St. John the Baptist, Keele, U.K.) which is in need of substantial repairs, and so by ordering, you will not only receive one of the booklets by post direct from him, you will also have the benefit of knowing that your money will have gone to a worthy cause.
Two of his poems are reproduced below.

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For Here I Lie

Look at the ground where the children play
Where the song birds sing
And the cattle graze

Look at the mud and the skeleton trees
With the smell of death
On the morning breeze

Listen to the church bells on the hill
Where a soft wind blows
And the peace is still

Listen for the crump of the enemy shells
And the snipers bullets
And the dying’s yells

Look for the mark where the trench used to be
Where the wild flowers grow
And the birds fly free

Look for the signal to start the attack
with a mass of bodies
And no turning back

This is the place where I must be
And so must my friends
The enemy



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Daphne

In the Myths of ancient Greece
Young Daphne was a 'andsome piece.
Enough to turn the 'eads of man,
like her old mate, Goddess Dianne,
And like Dianne, it must be told,
she wanted to be a 'unter bold.
It was while 'untin, in the woods
she met Apollo, he was the goods.
But no part of him did she want that day,
She'd rather be a hunter 'gay'.
She screamed for Dad out in the river
and what he did would make you shiver.
He turned her into a Laurel tree.
But Apollo said, 'You're still for me.'
He took her branches to make a hat
and must have looked a real cool cat.
'Cos from then on, when we do well
we make a wreath of fresh laurel
and on our heads for all to see
we wear Apollo's love - Daphne.

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