Best Dray Poems

There once was a farmer called Mr Brown
Who with his duck in tow went off to town
The duck panicked and quacked all the way
The farmer had his fill and left the duck in the dray
Then disappeared into the Rose & Crown 

There once was a...

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Down in the meadow, bees are buzzing away
cows laze about, after feeding all day
Wildflowers attract butterflies, in pastel arrays
lapping up nectar, in the warm sunny rays 

Down in the meadow, lambs frolic and play
ladybirds climb grass tufts, that gently sway
A farmer wipes his brow, whilst...

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Where the forest is still virgin and the lyrebirds often call,
the bronze-wing comes to drink, and the ferns are growing tall, 
there are deer prints in the mud, and there’s leeches seeking prey…
this little creek meanders on its way.

Where a pothole track goes winding through...

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Cap’n Thunderbolt

The moon stood out 
Any traps about  
Cap’n Thunderbolt did ask
He was on the road again 
Brown snake for break-in-fast

The Drover said they went way north 
Blacktracker with em eh
Following your week old tracks, old mate
When you robbed the coach and dray

So back...

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The final day done and now my Liberty Bell
No more work retirement is now for me
Others come to shake my hand to say farewell
Oh now work has just become history
I can now put my feet up and watch TV
No more listening to what the boss...

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No hearts and flowers for me on Valentine's Day,
so Cupid, don't take aim with your arrows.
My heart will not allow love to sweep me away.

For past passion there was a profuse price to pay.
I was wounded in the breast like a felled sparrow.
No hearts and...

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They all came by our house each day,
The milkman with his horse and dray. 
two tinfoil topped bottles on the step he lay.

They all came by our house each day,
The postman with his heavy load would come,
Christmas and Birthday  cards for us and Mum.

They...

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In Dickensian time 
Upon sunset hour
Overshadowing Thames
Is London Tower
Blackened cobble streets
Shimmer in the rain
Big Ben at Westminster
Chimes an eight bells refrain

At Euston Station
A passenger alights
On Platform 3
And enters the caff
for a nice cup of tea

At the local tavern
Behind steamy windows
The opportunists sit
Gleaning local gossip
Ever watchful...

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My darling sweet sweet  love Pete
its been over three long months seems like eternity now since you departed and my world stopped
And my sun became cold
 
I miss you more with each breath and I take
Every heart beat beats for you and only you...

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Natures dirty washing hangs the
sullen skies, drab grey clouds a
weeping, mournful before the eyes.

From water to ice to crystal flakes 
of white, down wards softly drift,
to spread a carpet bright.

Deep below the blanket spring and
summer sleep, in dreams of vibrant
colour shall seeds a promise keep.

The...

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Cattle trucks drive highways now
where drovers once held sway
Heavy rigs of chrome and steel
replaced the horse and dray

Gravel tracks of rich red earth
that rambled near and far
Have disappeared forever
‘neath miles of hot black tar

The billabong by shady gums
stands empty cracked and dry
The thirst of modern...

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"Andrea, with the accent on the dray",
she coyly introduced herself to me.
Exotic, dazzling beauty; to this day
her face still lingers in my memory.

My life till then seemed vaguely out of tune,
now, dulcet melodies played in my ear.
Her smile could warm the sun and melt the...

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THE FAIR ELAINE
 
My mother had an uncle, Hayes,
Who loved the banker's child
Hayes was just a dray man
It made the banker wild

When Hayes proposed to fair Elaine
He asked for her sweet hand
Her father said that he’d agree
If Hayes could buy some land.

So off Hayes went
To...

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Another year has passed away
I saw the coffin passing by
It seemed like only yesterday
Another year had passed away
So many flowers on the dray
No sooner are we born we die
Another year has passed away
I saw the coffin passing by

Another year, another day
I heard a new born...

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There stands my family’s horse-barn,
old logs, chinking, and rustic charm,
here out west it’s too dray to farm,
and mountain winds do small plants harm.

A ranch is what it’s always been,
since days of pioneering men,
this barn was first built was back when,
we still fought the Indians then.

How...

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