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The Welsh Marches
High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam / Islanded in Severn stream; / The bridges from the steepled crest
A. E. Housman
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Farewell To Barn And Stack And Tree
"Farewell to barn and stack and tree, / Farewell to Severn shore. / Terence, look your last at me,
A. E. Housman
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A Shropshire Lad XXXI: On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble; / His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves; / The gale, it plies the saplings double,
A. E. Housman
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2.3k
The South Country
This poem was witten by my godfather Hilair Beloc 1870-1953 / When I am living in the midlands / That are sodden and unkind
@joe-cole
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2k
A Shropshire Lad I: From Clee to heaven the beacon burns
From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, / The shires have seen it plain, / From north and south the sign returns
A. E. Housman
32
1.6k
On Wenlock Edge The Wood's In Trouble
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble; / His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves; / The gale, it plies the saplings double,
A. E. Housman
20
1.6k
As Through The Wild Green Hills Of Wyre
As through the wild green hills of Wyre / The train ran, changing sky and shire, / And far behind, a fading crest,
A. E. Housman
36
1.6k
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: Part 019
The Danube to the Severn gave / The darken'd heart that beat no more; / They laid him by the pleasant shore,
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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1.5k
taffy two trips
lil taffy two tripshad been away beforea miners trip to barryalso nantyglovalley boy adventurereager to exploreworld before his feetmam crying on the doori've packed you tea and sandwichesweeping in her shawlher little boy's too young for thishe's only forty fourintrepid, brave and welshfocus clear as crystalsailed the severn seasended up in bristolbright lights, noise, and blackmenbut taffy knew the crackhe'd watched a film called zuluthe welsh are'nt scared of blackapproached a pretty ladylooking rather coldstockings and suspendershigh heels, posing boldbussle, crowds and trafficleft taffy feeling illneed to sort my head outwhere can i get a pillshe introduced a hooded manwho offered him a jointi got no where to cook itbut thank you....there's no pointfive pounds for a tabletbut taffy had to risk itwhat added to confusionthe man called it a biscuitsat down on the pavementfeeling warm and funnytook his little cap offand people chucked in moneypioneer bold and bravesniggered thro his teeththey won't believe his storywhen he returns to neathno butchers or a chemista place beyond beliefblack man selling medicinealso joints of beefcraddling the flask of teaand sanwiches of spamtears down his knitted scarfwrapped lovingly by mam
@ioan-pearce
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1.4k
1887
From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, / The shires have seen it plain, / From north and south the sign returns
A. E. Housman
32
1.4k
Westward On The High-Hilled Plains
Westward on the high-hilled plains / Where for me the world began, / Still, I think, in newer veins
A. E. Housman
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1.4k
On Pulton Shore
This is a poem / made by her hand / a poem of marks
@nigel-morgan
46
918
You Must Think I'm Daft, And Came
down the Dearne on a digestive, / up the Thames on a Bourbon, / down the Sheaf on a Garibaldi,
@paul-steven-laurence
12
872
Back To My Past
It was if I was transported back to my past / looking at the railway building. / You can sense the ghosts of a bygone age
@malcolm-terence-gould
15
850
SHREWSBURY ON THE 22nd.
Bubbles of talk and understanding laughter rise and fall - / A warmth of people in the orange light. / Some places lend themselves to parables,
@jeremy-ducane
21
710
Clevedon Pier
The grieving wind led our solemn steps, / and screamed through the ranks of sodden planks, / each encrusted with numb, brass plaques,
@stevejeff
11
664
Life line
stab push lift pour / stab push lift pour / a ghost of memories past
@matamata12
26
588
How Are Things In The War Zone
A third of my angels are dead / But feek me Trinity Severn is kicking *** / I should of never asked her to march with me
@christos-andreas-kourtis
21
586
Somedays.
Somedays it is true. / That you can fill your glass to full. / But woman.
@paul-hardwick
10
501
Clevedon Pier revisited
I bowed before the grieving wind, / Screams streaming through the ranks of sodden planks, / Each encrusted with numb, brass plaques,
@stevejeff
9
451
WITHOUT YOU - ELEGY FOR V S
I have tried to imagine my world without you: / summer swarming bees, distant Cotswold peaks / hidden in snow. The beauty of autumn mornings
@anthony-brady
31
315
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