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    My Poetry
    My Poetry
    My Poetry
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    My Poetry

    By Belinda Roach and Michael Zuydam

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    The poetry in this book has been written by me over many years. I once received a book of poetry for a birthday present from an aunt, written in the front cover was I hope you can write poems like these one day. I write to express my feelings when somebody I care about dies and sometimes I just write for the fun of it. A variety of different things inspire me and sometimes these poems just come to me. I hope that you enjoy these poems.


    Belinda Roach is a mother of nine children and has been married for seventeen years. She writes when ideas come to her and she writes for the therapeutic benefits of writing. She enjoys spending time with her family and writes for her children and herself. She spends most of her time with her children and she volunteers her time at her childrens school helping whenever she can. I would like to thank my husband Lloyd Roach for all of his support and love over the years.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris AU
    Release dateJun 7, 2013
    ISBN9781483649504
    My Poetry
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    Belinda Roach

    Belinda Roach is a mother of nine children and has been married for seventeen years. She writes when ideas come to her and she writes for the therapeutic benefits of writing. She enjoys spending time with her family and writes for her children and herself. She spends most of her time with her children and she volunteers her time at her children’s school helping whenever she can. I would like to thank my husband Lloyd Roach for all of his support and love over the years.

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      My Poetry - Belinda Roach

      Copyright © 2013 by Belinda Roach.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      Rev. date: 06/04/2013

      To order additional copies of this book, contact:

      Xlibris Corporation

      1-800-618-969

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      504038

      Contents

      Place of Peace

      It’s Morning Now

      The Weekend

      I Sit and Gaze

      Books

      Inspired

      It Starts of Slowly

      I Wait, I Watch

      The Little Sheep

      The Little House

      Big Family

      Ebony’s Teddy.

      The Creek

      My Hand

      Looking in the Past

      Country Town

      Country Lifestyle

      The Little Tree

      My Drum

      Christmas

      Time Gone By

      My Pen

      The Earth Beneath My Feet

      I Have Left Behind The City Streets

      I Hate the way Some People Stare

      A Flower Like Me

      A to Z

      Country Song

      A Faraway Place

      Hargraves

      Happy

      The Rain Fills The Windowpane

      Confused

      Colours

      Mr Cloud

      Politicians, Beurocrats

      Good-Bye Hargraves.

      Farewell Coolah.

      Rugby

      Rugby School.

      A Child is just a Student

      Baptism

      Hospital Stay

      Raindrops Fall from the Sky

      With You Sick and Dying

      The Day Will Come

      I Have Never Felt this Way Before

      It Came Without Warning

      My Friendship

      I Hate the Way I’m Feeling

      Remembering

      I’m Lucky

      I’m Happy

      Depression

      Waiting on Twins

      What Love Is

      Words

      I Can’t Explain

      If I Should

      My Special Friend

      Good-bye Granny C

      Granny Cronshaw

      Granny Gardiner

      Thomas Arthur Roach 1934 – 2002

      Poppa

      A Year Ago

      Two Years Gone

      The Feeling That We’re Alone

      Miss You Grandpa Roach

      It’s Hard to say Goodbye

      A nice, Kind, Caring Smile

      Goodbye Poppy Zuydam

      There are many things a Person Fears

      Goodbye Poppy Cronshaw

      My Mourning Prayer

      This Book is dedicated to my Husband Lloyd and my children.

      Who have always been there for me and who I love with all my heart.

      The poems about lost loved ones were written about friends and family that I have lost.

      It is the way I deal with the loss and is a way to express my feelings.

      I have battled with depression and some of the poems were written during low times.

      The other poems are poems that were written just for fun.

      I hope you enjoy the poems in this book.

      Belinda

      Place of Peace

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      Amidst all the hustle and bustle is a place of peace,

      A place you can escape to without any fears,

      Take nothing with you but tears,

      The city is noisy, fast and hard,

      The escape is calm, slow and quiet,

      I’ve escaped there many a day,

      To absorb all my dreams and my wishes.

      This place it is home to me, although,

      I’ve lived all my life in the city,

      It calls to me night and day, every day that I’m living.

      The people they shout, push and shove,

      In the city to get what they want,

      I know it’s hard to keep that up,

      And be under lots of pressure.

      So I leave it all behind and search,

      For the quiet and the pleasure,

      This place I know I cannot tell,

      Anyone of its location,

      If you search inside your heart,

      You’re sure to find the answer.

      I sit by the brook that babbles by,

      And sing to myself and the creatures.

      The morning has broken and to all around,

      The day is about to get started,

      The birds they sing, the wind does too,

      As it passes through the branches,

      Of the trees that stand so proud and sure,

      Of all they can remember.

      As I write I see and hear,

      The things that come from nature,

      Then I hear and see,

      The things that come from people,

      The birds have gone, the trees and brook,

      Have vanished for the minute,

      I’ve returned to where I dwell,

      Where laughter is forbidden.

      As I go from day to day,

      Amidst the city streets,

      I wait and wait impatiently,

      To find just what I seek.

      I seek to be in my own land,

      My escape from this whole life,

      To live the way I always should,

      Without much worry, care or strife,

      And as I sleep, I dream a dream,

      Of the day when I will find,

      The peace and happiness that I seek,

      And still are yet to find.

      I know that as I live this life,

      Of sadness and of pain,

      That one day I’ll find the key,

      To happiness that will come to stay,

      Now in the quiet of the dark,

      And early morning dew,

      You’ll find me happy and at peace,

      And more in love with you.

      For you are what my future brings,

      You are what I need,

      The brook, the trees, the birds that sing,

      Are what is home to me.

      They are my friends, will always be,

      Whenever I’m awake,

      And while I sleep,

      They’ll watch me and keep me nice and safe.

      Amidst all the hustle and bustle,

      Is a place of peace.

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