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Welcome to Abigail Hank's Poetry Page

 
 
THE WINDMILL
 

The windmill stands upon the hill,

Old, dusty and worn,

No sign now of the miller who worked from dusk 'til dawn.

The crumbly bricks, the rotten wood,

Flour bags on the floor,

Cobwebs at the window and cobwebs at the door.

Silence lingers everywhere, no work to be done,

The stream still flows so quietly,  but the wheel will never turn,

Still beautiful now, though weeds have grown, the Ivy and the Fern.

The mill awaits a loving hand, its beauty to restore,

To stand proud against the setting sun,

To live again once more.

Written by Abigail at age 11.

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LIFE
 

As we watch the world go by,

Things make us laugh - things make us cry,

Beautiful creatures for us to see,

What a wonderful place to be.

 

Things can happen to open our eyes,

Life can take us by surprise,

Time is wasted as we fight,

As night turns to day, and day to night.

 

Family and friends are there for you,

Guiding you through the things you do,

Even when they are gone, they are there in your heart,

Nothing in life can ever tear us apart.

 

So remember next time, when life puts you down,

Don't sit and cry, you wear the crown,

The crown which keeps the life in you,

Your heart of gold which is forever true.

Abigail Hanks, age 14; Suffolk, England; 14 December 2005

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All I Think of is You
 

Sitting alone, I can see you in my mind,
Trying to say the words I can never find,
When you smile all my problems float away,
But then things will never go my way,
So all I do is think of you,
My love for you is always true.
I'll never know how you feel for me,
It's breaking my heart I wish you could see,
Just a few little words I need you to say,
And that is I love you more and more each day,
But I know this can never be true,
So all I do is think of you.
Tears cascade down my face,
You're someone I will and can never replace,
You make my heart skip a beat,
Your hugs and kisses are all so sweet,
While writing these words all I think of is you,
Without my love I'm not sure what I'd do.
Abigail Hanks - Age 15 - March 24, 2007

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Losing My Best Friend

My pain comes alive each morning I wake,
My lips start to shiver, my hands start to shake,
My eyes swell up and the tears begin to roll,
His perfect life, the devil stole.
 
So tragic that morning when he went away,
To never return to my arms that day,
Forever now I will be alone,
Never together but all on my own.
 
I've lost the only best friend that I ever had,
He told me to move on and never be sad,
But it's difficult when you're the one left behind,
That person is forever left on your mind.
 
He said he would be there, forever in my heart,
That's when it happened, my life fell apart,
So I have to take each day and love him forever,
But soon my best friend and I will be together.
 
By Abbie Hanks - Age 14 - September 28, 2006

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