A Touch of Yellow

                                             In memory of  Gerald Gee

MELLOW YELLOW

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A TOUCH OF YELLOW

A day of storm, of lowering clouds,

Of scudding winds and passing showers.

And yet the sun can pierce the gloom,

Such are its powers.

The hills reveal themselves, then hide.

The colours change from dun to brass.

Strange shapes appear and then re-form

Along the grass.

And, suddenly, a trumpet sounds;

A brilliance spreads itself around.

The sun has found its voice once more

And what a sound!

The yellow, gold, canary tones

Are dazzling to the grey-filled eye!

We greet the fitful sun once more.........

Then say goodbye.

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                                Margaret Gosden

REFUGEES

Is it a sandstorm that buffets?

Is it an ocean that must be crossed?

Is it icy rain sheeting the view?

Is it the speeding traffic

In some huge strange city?

Something streams by them.

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Is it the wind behind their backs

Pushing them on?

Or the wind in front

Pushing them back

To the home of their hearts?

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They cannot bear to look straight ahead;

For there they would see nothingness.

They cannot bear to look back;

For there they would see everything.

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So they move like crabs,

Looking sideways,

Sheltering their faces from

Sand,

Rain,

Wind,

Hunger,

Heartbreak.

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They stream.

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Millions of them.

Streaming across continents and oceans.

Human-beings streaming

Like wind,

Like sand,

Like rain,

Like the sea.

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