A. Ed Bollington
Stoke-on-Trent
A. Ed BollingtonStoke-on-Trent |
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I was born in Goldenhill, Stoke-on-Trent on Aug. 27, 1934. I am a widower with two grown daughters, three grandchildren and one great grandchild. I lost my wife in 1978 and have since been on my own. I have had 3 poems published, although I have written two hundred. They are all about friends, feelings, likes and dislikes, even people on the streets or people that I met in my lifetime. Long ago I had a vision of an old poet in the night, and he told me to write. Most of my work was written during the hours of midnight and four a.m. My one hobby was growing roses and if I'm not doing this, I'm working on old cars. But most of all, my poems come first. |
The Little Old ChurchThe little church was standing, silent on a hillIt's woodwork old and rotting, doors bang to at will The old bell tower was cracking, the bell it had no rope To call the folk to church with it you did not have a hope The seats were broke and splintered, timber all mildew Hole's in backs and bottoms, you could fall right through The graveyard long deserted, the vigour slept within Although in church his missing, it did not seem a sin As I stood there just looking wondering what to do A shaft of light shone over me, and seemed to pass right through I felt a mighty presence, my soul it cried out loud I knew the lord was kind to me and then my head I bowed The moral of my story, though it's crumbling like a clod In this little old church, you are always close to God. | The Legend Of One Red RoseThe meaning of just one red roseIt's plain for all to see It is just this, my love for you And what it means to me So take this rose and with it's love Be mine, If near or far Remember too my love for you And stay the way you are I miss you and the days grow long When you are out of touch So take this rose and always know I love you dear, so much Give a thought to me each day Love as not passed you by Feed your rose with teardrops If to love me makes you cry There will be no love stronger A love known by so few From the one, who gives you this red rose And all it means to you Good luck, good health, God bless dear May I see you every day Pray my love be always with you Till the last rose, fades away. |