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Terry Maltby

Poetry

QUIET MOMENTS

QUIET MOMENTS I go in quiet moments To sit and be still To a place where the birds Fly over the hill I go in quiet moments To stand and to stare Out over green meadows That harbour the hare I go in quiet moments And let the world pass…
Terry Maltby
13th July 2017
Poetry

LIBERTY

LIBERTY Build a house of brick and stone Let it stand for all to see A monument to you alone To you alone and Liberty Set a seed of English oak Let it grow wild and free Strong and stout to evoke To evoke sweet Liberty Free a bird, trapped…
Terry Maltby
10th July 2017
Poetry

THE VOID IS TOO WIDE/ DORKET HEAD

Two more from Terry Maltby THE VOID IS TOO WIDE You stand at the far end I stand two thirds You have your opinions And I have my words We don’t know the answers To the questions inside For you’re at the far end And the void is too wide…
Terry Maltby
28th January 2017
Poetry

ENGLAND MY ENGLAND

England my England is going England of my father’s has gone England of tomorrow is blowing In like a darkening storm The tide of the century is turning As it turned in centuries before But this time sadly I’m learning It is turning as never before England my England is…
Terry Maltby
7th November 2016
Poetry

THE OLD WHITE OWL

I stood in the wood at midnight I heard her weep and sigh As the old white owl came hunting So swift and silent by When the old white owl came hunting With cruel and piercing eye There in the wood at midnight Some creature sure would die I stood…
Terry Maltby
7th October 2016
Poetry

SPEED ON LITTLE LADY, SPEED ON

Across the moonlit land The night is shifting fast We must be there before the breaking dawn There is no time at hand To seek respite in rest We must be there before the day is born Upon a lonely shore My lover waits for me We must be there…
Terry Maltby
5th October 2016
Poetry

TO THE OLD BROAD OAK

Oh old broad oak, I’ll miss you If you are gone before I You that’s stood the test of time Weathered many a storm And watched the passing hours go by From dawn to dawn You whose ancient rooms, with oaken beams On many a lonely night Inspired and re-lit…
Terry Maltby
5th October 2016
Poetry

SEPTEMBER BROWN

September Brown Was her name Came in my life Like autumn flame So full of colour So full of song But all too soon September’s gone September Brown So full of love Together we touched The stars above Reached for the moon Laughed in the sun But all too soon…
Terry Maltby
9th September 2016