Claire Hastie Biography

I watch him as he sleeps
Pure innocence wrapped in sheets
A tiny hand curls around teddy
His breathing low and steady.
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I dedicate this to the one I most admired
His poetry and life were to be desired
His short life he predicted
Some say it was self-inflicted.
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Today’s recession gets under my skin,
But our greedy politicians are a sure clear win,
Pure greed and selfishness through and through,
But to top it all of, we’re now plagued with swine flu!
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The sun burns his skin as he walks alone
Crosses the road to his empty home
The years of age scarred on his face
The family he had... left in disgrace.
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Across the rollin’ greens afar,
The soldiers' fought fae land an’ Queen,
No tellin’ where the blood shots are,
But wee James is naewhere tae be seen.
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