Barton Poems - Poems about Barton

...You opened your doors in 1998. Little did you realise, how highly you’d rate. With grand halls and ceilings and banisters gleaming. When people come to visit, it’s like they are dreaming. ......Read the rest...

... LOST IN BRITAIN Poling, Patching, Nether Wallop, Matching Tye and Droop Plumpton, Lickfold, Puddletown, Westward Ho! and Throop. Hole of Horcum, New Invention, ......Read the rest...

...With The Dandy, The Beano The Eagle and Dan Dare Dick Barton on the radio The Goon Show on air Riders of the Range Journey into space We kids of the fifties Had our special place Glued to the......Read the rest...

...Bartholomew Barton; his friends called him Barty Eighteen years old but no birthday party Slumped in the mud, a gunshot to the shoulder But unlike his comrades at least he’d get older Tyrannic......Read the rest...

...His given name was Douglas Watson.He was known to all who knew him at all as Poobie. He was our neighbor in Barton Alabama. His claim to fame was at the age of nine he drove a loaded logging truck ......Read the rest...

...Empty Shell I caved in its head in my haste to be fed On the candy that should be inside But inside was hollow, that’s too much to swallow So I smashed the damned thing open wide Dad gave me......Read the rest...

...my head's in a whirl, lost.. where am I? who will find us.. is there enough time... run run that way In spired by Theme to 40's radio thriller Dick Barton......Read the rest...

......For four years he wandered, a human scourge, throwing in with the worst type of dregs. He robbed from so many without a thought, and when he slept, he saw only red. He soon was wanted in cou......Read the rest...

...I've visited many towns and cities as I've traversed this old orb, Their culture, their food, their beauty and architecture to absorb. Istanbul, Tokyo, Athens, Casablanca and London I fondly recall......Read the rest...

...Slipping Ed Barton’s head hurt and his chest pounded. Or did his head pound and chest hurt? His problems were sucking him up like a dizzying vortex. “It’s money”, he thought bitterly; “lack thereof,......Read the rest...

...we've gathered here today oh Lord in Manhattan's Foley Square trusting and believing that for us You'll always be there we thank You for the blessings and all that you have done in our struggle fo......Read the rest...

...Don’t abuse your muse She can dry you out Don’t abuse your muse She will scream and shout Don’t abuse your muse You’ll find no way out Don’t abuse your muse Even if you doubt Don’t abuse your......Read the rest...

...Brought about by a single idea, to fill a great need to the people and to honor those brave souls, who gave all. I have seen many faces come and go. My soul consists of the people I have seen.......Read the rest...

...High upon Barton Creek sits a sacred spot where water falls and love presides. Hawks glide over rocky ridges and hiddren trails lead to rocky ledges. Across the creek a magical gateway lies;......Read the rest...