Poems by Mary Ferguson
The rising wind his power shows
For you my love is brightly burning.
You left me for another's clinging arms.
Now you are gone, life has lost its meaning.
In memory of Frances' and Alan's cat-
For you this day tolls the passing
Poem written at Abbottsford House-
Your spirit lives on, dear brother poet.
Walter Scott, how great your name,
Love is the most powerful gift.
Love is the most powerful feeling,
"I'll mend it tomorrow," my husband
Tomorrow came, but no mention of
Of all the tomorrows that came
"Why haven't I got a clean shirt?"
The moon was gently beaming love
As I cross the purple heather love
When came the parting of the ways
Written by Loch Lomond whilst on a tour of Scotland
Lomond water flowing free
In life we walk upon a stage
We cannot know whether our chosen part
There are years I would not live again,
The smiling fields of England
We said goodbye on a summer's day,
Dear are the friends who stand
I love to walk by a singing river
I love to feel the playful breeze
After a day of stress and strain
Once upon a summer night
She kissed her children tenderly
"Good evening, mice", he kindly said
They stepped into the motor car
All night their mother waited
How beautiful in Dalby Woods
Oft have I played in Dalby Woods
Dalby Woods bring memories back
Could I be the gentle starlight
The last raven preened himself
If only I had listened
As I walked through Longton Park
Oh, what a jolly game he played
Alas, I must say farewell
I think that I shall never see
A time to remember
When we were young,
To Tracie-Caroline Stephenson (In Farewell)
God walked in his garden one evening,
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