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A Book of Poems
A Book of Poems
A Book of Poems
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A Book of Poems

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I have endeavoured in this booklet to present poems ranging from boyhood to senior citizenship.

Some are sentimental, some concern everyday activities, and some are belligerent but they are meant to present a small cross section of Life and Time which, I trust, you will enjoy.

 

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJun 21, 2021
ISBN9781922343956
A Book of Poems
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Arthur Leggett

Arthur Leggett is a 'Baby Boomer' from the 1914-1918 War which means he has been around for some time. At the time of this re-publication, 102 years. He is a member of The Bush Poets and Yarn Spinners Association and frequently recites at The Peninsular Folk Club. Numerous poems and articles have been published during recent years in club newsletters and various anthologies. Apart from A Book of Poems, Arthur has also written his autobiography Don't Cry for Me.

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    A Book of Poems - Arthur Leggett

    Foreword

    They tell me, now, ’tis Autumn-time!

    As if I didn’t know

    The Heat of Summer’s long since gone;

    And Spring? Where did it go?

    I recollect The Joys of Spring,

    Life’s Growth stirring - new,

    The Blossoming of Youthful Dreams

    When all things said were true.

    Summer’s Heat once held its sway,

    Then all was Effort and Persist!

    As I reached out beyond The Edge

    Seeking Substance in The Mist.

    But now ’tis Autumn! Summer’s Torch

    I strive to hold up high,

    Knowing Time’s Hands rest upon my years.

    I glide –– but cannot fly!

    * * *

    Sports Car

    I have this little motor-car

    Which, I’m told, resembles me.

    Of sporty lines and full of dash

    As anyone can see.

    It roars out of the driveway

    And tears off down the street,

    Shouting at the neighbours,

    Calling out, Beep! Beep!

    It glides up to the corners,

    Changes down and moves away,

    Its motor joyfully singing,

    I’m a true, blue sports coupe.

    I took a close look at my car.

    I felt I really must.

    I noticed, in those ‘sporty lines’

    There’s quite a bit of rust.

    The shock absorbers don’t absorb

    The shocks the way they used to do,

    It labours going up a hill

    And, sometimes, brakes askew.

    It needs a valve grind or new head,

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