Best Bradford Poems

The Death of my Town 
(for Bradford, West Yorkshire, England)

At first I was self-righteous and held the moral high ground
On approaching the imminent death of my town
Some days I would observe and shake my head
And say loudly “You know, I think my town might be...

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It wasn’t that she was the only woman
in the group, that mingled precariously
beneath the bronze figure, or her classic
stance, when placing immaculately the
newsprint covered bottle to lips willingly
breached, but more her opulent style, her
contrast of attire, her hair as yet unspoilt. 
Although jewel less except...

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I touch one,
The baby buds growing on the tree.
They're tender, vulnerable, and soft.
They promise new life to come.

 
What awaits these tiny buds?

Only seasons will tell.

One year might have more rain while a drought might have happened in the previous year.
Wind might blow them away,
forever...

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S exy
A wesome
M anly


B etter than the rest
R ifling arm
A mazing
D auntless
F ootball player
O klahoma sooners
R ing leader
D are devil...

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Bradford pear colored with burgundy
Standing in my neighbor's yard
You're full fluffy hair offers a dandy
Hideaway, for all the birds in this bard

I know that I saw a Robin
Nibbling on one of you're pears
He was a great dancer, bobbin
Eating all your delicious fare

Then the magical Blue...

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The Bradford Pear
By Franklin Price
2/26/2017

I am  the glorious Bradford Pear. 
My leaves are turning white
I'm lining many streets and lanes
Trimmed and spaced just right

Other trees with branches bare
Show not a leaf in sight
I do not have to share your eyes 
I'm selfish of ...

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