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HER SELVES
By P B Taylor
I
She the girl of my thoughts, dreams
First, she didn’t see my love for her
Time wore time for my plots and schemes
At the last a captured love for her
II
Free, yes, free, I just want to be free
Can’t you see just you and me together
Yet all she did was sit and cry
She wrapped in herself as clouds in the sky
III
Those somber orange ghostly green lights
Flashed past my window throughout the nights
Those lights from that funny ghost that always cries
She lonely- without her I would fold and die
IV
Free, yes, free, I just want to be free
Can’t you see just you and me together
Yet all she did was sit and cry
She wrapped in herself as clouds in the sky
V
That hot autumn day was golden and red
As healthy cornlands and vineyards in season
Then told that she was lost dead
Gone forever as my thought and reason so I wept
VI
Free, yes, free, I just want to be free
Can’t you see just you and me together
Yet all she did was sit and cry
She wrapped in herself as clouds in the sky
Amersham 10th August 1973
Phillip Taylor MBE was born in Amersham and educated at London University and the Inns of Court School of Law. His working life was spent, firstly at the BBC in London, in the Ministry of Defence and the Army, and then as a barrister at law and mediator at Lincoln’s Inn after he was called to the Bar.
He was Chairman of the Society of Civil Service Authors Poetry Workshop from 1982 to 1986 and contributed to their annual anthology FOCUS. His poems and short stories have appeared in journals, magazines and newsletters and some have been broadcast by the BBC. He has produced several poetry collections since 1972.
The Poetry Workshop was founded by Bill Barnes in 1970. It was a part of the Society of Civil Service Authors (founded in 1935) which now known as the Society of Civil and Public Service Writers.
HER SELVES
By P B Taylor
I
She the girl of my thoughts, dreams
First, she didn’t see my love for her
Time wore time for my plots and schemes
At the last a captured love for her
II
Free, yes, free, I just want to be free
Can’t you see just you and me together
Yet all she did was sit and cry
She wrapped in herself as clouds in the sky
III
Those somber orange ghostly green lights
Flashed past my window throughout the nights
Those lights from that funny ghost that always cries
She lonely- without her I would fold and die
IV
Free, yes, free, I just want to be free
Can’t you see just you and me together
Yet all she did was sit and cry
She wrapped in herself as clouds in the sky
V
That hot autumn day was golden and red
As healthy cornlands and vineyards in season
Then told that she was lost dead
Gone forever as my thought and reason so I wept
VI
Free, yes, free, I just want to be free
Can’t you see just you and me together
Yet all she did was sit and cry
She wrapped in herself as clouds in the sky
Amersham 10th August 1973
Phillip Taylor MBE was born in Amersham and educated at London University and the Inns of Court School of Law. His working life was spent, firstly at the BBC in London, in the Ministry of Defence and the Army, and then as a barrister at law and mediator at Lincoln’s Inn after he was called to the Bar.
He was Chairman of the Society of Civil Service Authors Poetry Workshop from 1982 to 1986 and contributed to their annual anthology FOCUS. His poems and short stories have appeared in journals, magazines and newsletters and some have been broadcast by the BBC. He has produced several poetry collections since 1972.
The Poetry Workshop was founded by Bill Barnes in 1970. It was a part of the Society of Civil Service Authors (founded in 1935) which now known as the Society of Civil and Public Service Writers.
