Heart of ice

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My sin

My pride

His hands

His side

My fear 

My dread

His feet

His head

My deepest stain

His grief, his pain

My heart of ice

His sacrifice

2030 hours

Steve Wheeler © 21 July, 1997 

Hope Cove

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Idyllic, sleepy

Fishing town

Where bracken cliffs

Come tumbling down

And seabirds wheel

In skies above

Their cries an emblem

Of the cove.

A surreptitious glance

At you

Revealed the feelings

That were true

One night of freedom

In your arms

A kind of drowning

In your charms.

An ambled walk

Through fields of gold

The breakers sounding

As they rolled

And you and I

Together, one

To gaze upon

The glorious

Setting of the sun.

Written for Dawn

2345 hours

Steve Wheeler (c) 23 July, 1997

If

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If you can keep your chin up

And put your back to the wheel

With your nose to the grindstone...

If you can keep on your toes

Whilst putting your best foot forward

And shoulder the responsibility

While bending over backwards

To face the music...

If you can grasp the nettle with both hands

And turn over a new leaf

While keeping your hand in

And getting your finger out...

If you can stand on your own two feet

And pull your socks up

While standing tall...

If you can keep your feet firmly planted on the ground

And show a clean pair of heels

And treat these two positions just the same...

If you can stick your neck out

And put your head on the block

While holding your head up high

And keeping your ear to the ground...

That would all be most unusual

And what is more, 

You'll be a contortionist my son.

2100 hours

If by Steve Wheeler was written in Plymouth, England on 7 July, 1997 and is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.