Bill Wright Poems

The old man looked up, glasses on head
Sitting in his own chair, by the fireplace.
Aye, I know what you want to do, he said
As he went to the table, and cleared a space.
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'Is there nobody living here now? ', we said,
Slowly walking along the path,
Gannets and fulmars screeching overhead,
Above the pristine, windswept grass.
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It was an image which shocked the world,
Face down upon the shore,
That desperate, drowned Syrian boy,
No more than three or four.
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This is the story of Ada and the Doc,
A tale of love and passion,
Of a treacherous and murderous deed,
And a trial that enthralled the nation.
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The children were happy at school that day,
Eager for the Half Term holiday,
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Amazed, the young fan looks
Upon the waving sea of banners
Fluttering in the wind
Stands still in wonder
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'Don't you worry', the weatherman said,
'There is no hurricane coming tonight'
The dreadful sounds would awake the dead,
Poor old Michael, you didn't get that right
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(With apologies to Billy Joel's 'We didn't start the fire')

Hot day, seaside town, party ‘til the sun goes down,
Rollercoaster, Ghost Train, Punch and Judy's on again,
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The pipes sound, wailing and skirling,
Heather clad glens come into view,
Snowy peaks dot the horizon.
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What will become of Scotland
What if Alex gets his way
Will independence be the answer
Or will Scotsmen rue the day
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