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    Windfalls by Jennifer Christie Temple
    Windfalls by Jennifer Christie Temple
    Windfalls by Jennifer Christie Temple
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    Windfalls by Jennifer Christie Temple

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    This new collection by Jennifer Christie Temple is an eclectic mix of poems. Sometimes serious and questioning, sometimes light-hearted and playful, these poems have something for every mood. This is poetry for those who like to wonder about life and enjoy a story, with a few laughs thrown into the mix along the way.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJennifer Christie Temple
    Release dateAug 6, 2016
    ISBN9781370554836
    Windfalls by Jennifer Christie Temple
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    Jennifer Christie Temple

    Jennifer Christie Temple grew up in rural Hertfordshire in the 1950’s. The daughter of a traditional woodcutter and forester, her childhood days were spend in woodlands, meadows and country lanes and she learned to love and respect nature and all life.Trained in biology, Jennifer found her work in science unfulfilling and soon turned her attention to writing. She became a successful freelance writer, working for magazines and newspapers across the UK and Ireland. For several years, she wrote a humorous column about city life for The Daily News in Birmingham, where she lived for 25 years.Moving to a village on the border between England and Wales, she now lives in retirement with her husband and a small group of chickens and devotes her time to walking the surrounding hills, her grandchildren and writing poetry.

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      Windfalls by Jennifer Christie Temple - Jennifer Christie Temple

      Windfalls

      By

      Jennifer Christie Temple

      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright: Jennifer Christie Temple 2016

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      Contents

      All in the Mind

      Son of the Soil

      Overdosing on philosophy

      Spring

      Dreaming on Hergest Ridge

      Eyes on Tottenham Court Road

      I was walking with the dead last night

      Family Tree

      Self-image

      Lost Friendship

      A New Start

      Differences

      No-one else involved

      Publishing a poem

      Circumstances

      Beauty

      The Great Japanese Earthquake of 1923

      At a Bus Stop

      You were there

      The Time Dragon

      Walking Home

      The Warning

      Choices

      To be known

      About Jennifer Christie Temple

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      All in the Mind

      Barriers tall, unscalable wall

      Lost sunshine through the cracks

      I’ve looked around and tried to see

      Who holds the key to set me free

      And then I found that it was me

      Son of the Soil

      He died as winter was coming in,

      crossing the land with a sweep of ice,

      a fitting end for a son of the soil

      and someone so loyal to the natural turning

      of seasons and cycles of life

      But I can’t help thinking how much he would mourn

      the lost chance of catching the frosty dawn.

      One last look at the icicled trees

      and the frost on the webs by the door.

      The first fingers of tulips in early spring

      was one of the things he always enjoyed,

      when the softening land permitted their heads

      through the paving beside the shed

      The rush of summer calling nature’s debt in

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