"townsman" poems - Hello Poetry

The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields where glory does not stay And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose. Eyes the shady night has shut Cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears: Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man. So set, before its echoes fade, The fleet foot on the sill of shade, And hold to the low lintel up The still-defended challenge-cup. And round that early-laurelled head Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead, And find unwithered on its curls The garland briefer than a girl's.

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A. E. Housman

To An Athlete Dying Young

The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields where glory does not stay And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose. Eyes the shady night has shut Cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears: Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man. So set, before its echoes fade, The fleet foot on the sill of shade, And hold to the low lintel up The still-defended challenge-cup. And round that early-laurelled head Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead, And find unwithered on its curls The garland briefer than a girl's.

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ching, ching Two men walk into a local cafe. A city boy, and a Townsman The cityboy sports Slicked up hair. Blue button up shirt, Grey slacks. Dress shoes. The townsman simpler. Brown hair. Orange T-shirt, cargo pants. Work boots. "Hey there!" Says the city boy. walking up to the counter. "Do you ladies have different roasts of coffee? Or do you have just one kind?" The Register girl looks at him sideways. "What are you talking about?" "I want a black light roast if you have it. Also, two shots over ice." He hands her his travel mug. "What's this for?" The girl fondles the travel mug. "I'd like my coffee in that please." The manager puts a hand to the girls shoulder. "The house coffee is a light roast doll, give him that." "Cream and sugar?" Asks the register girl. "Oh god, please no." Laughs the city boy "Thank you." Handing over a credit card. The register girl does not understand what is so funny about cream and sugar. "Cash?" Says the manager. "Is there an atm? I can only offer this, but I know how to change that if you point me in the right direction." "No ATM. We just Offer a discount for cash, we'll take your card." Says the manager. The city boy waits for his drinks. The townsman, walks up and says "Coffee, please" The manager hands him a paper cup with coffee, cream, and sugar. He pays them in cash. smiles, nods. Says: "Thank you" Then waits for the city boy. "Here's your sippy cup." Says the register girl. Handing over his travel mug. The city boy stands there waiting patiently. "Are you waiting for something?" "Yes. my two shots over ice?" "Oh I put it in there." "Could I have two shots over ice please? I'll pay for it again if you forgot." "Oh we don't have an espresso machine. Our shots are like a syrup." "Oh... Is there syrup in here? I just wanted two shots over ice." "Well like... I mean our prices are so low anyway, it's no big deal, but we don't have an espresso machine so..." "Sorry" says the manager. "Thank you ladies." Says the townsman. The cityboy grabs the townsmans hand. They leave the Cafe. The city boy sips his Botched coffee. "I've had good, bad, and know what I want. I don't want to be seen as difficult because I'm educated." He tolerates it. The townsman sips his Familiar Coffee. "Sometimes ignorance is bliss." He enjoys it.

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Oct 5, 2015

Oct 5, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC

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The City Boy & The Townsman Get Coffee

ching, ching Two men walk into a local cafe. A city boy, and a Townsman The cityboy sports Slicked up hair. Blue button up shirt, Grey slacks. Dress shoes. The townsman simpler. Brown hair. Orange T-shirt, cargo pants. Work boots. "Hey there!" Says the city boy. walking up to the counter. "Do you ladies have different roasts of coffee? Or do you have just one kind?" The Register girl looks at him sideways. "What are you talking about?" "I want a black light roast if you have it. Also, two shots over ice." He hands her his travel mug. "What's this for?" The girl fondles the travel mug. "I'd like my coffee in that please." The manager puts a hand to the girls shoulder. "The house coffee is a light roast doll, give him that." "Cream and sugar?" Asks the register girl. "Oh god, please no." Laughs the city boy "Thank you." Handing over a credit card. The register girl does not understand what is so funny about cream and sugar. "Cash?" Says the manager. "Is there an atm? I can only offer this, but I know how to change that if you point me in the right direction." "No ATM. We just Offer a discount for cash, we'll take your card." Says the manager. The city boy waits for his drinks. The townsman, walks up and says "Coffee, please" The manager hands him a paper cup with coffee, cream, and sugar. He pays them in cash. smiles, nods. Says: "Thank you" Then waits for the city boy. "Here's your sippy cup." Says the register girl. Handing over his travel mug. The city boy stands there waiting patiently. "Are you waiting for something?" "Yes. my two shots over ice?" "Oh I put it in there." "Could I have two shots over ice please? I'll pay for it again if you forgot." "Oh we don't have an espresso machine. Our shots are like a syrup." "Oh... Is there syrup in here? I just wanted two shots over ice." "Well like... I mean our prices are so low anyway, it's no big deal, but we don't have an espresso machine so..." "Sorry" says the manager. "Thank you ladies." Says the townsman. The cityboy grabs the townsmans hand. They leave the Cafe. The city boy sips his Botched coffee. "I've had good, bad, and know what I want. I don't want to be seen as difficult because I'm educated." He tolerates it. The townsman sips his Familiar Coffee. "Sometimes ignorance is bliss." He enjoys it.

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The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields where glory does not stay And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose. Eyes the shady night has shut Cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears: Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man. So set, before its echoes fade, The fleet foot on the sill of shade, And hold to the low lintel up The still-defended challenge-cup. And round that early-laurelled head And find unwithered on its curls The garland briefer than a girl's.

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A. E. Housman

A Shropshire Lad XIX: The time you won your town the race

The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields where glory does not stay And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose. Eyes the shady night has shut Cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears: Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man. So set, before its echoes fade, The fleet foot on the sill of shade, And hold to the low lintel up The still-defended challenge-cup. And round that early-laurelled head And find unwithered on its curls The garland briefer than a girl's.

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