Best Horse And Cart Poems

Make Do and Mend,

Years ago we had jobs
We had fun and money in our pocket
Things were much better then
Once you could go out the door
And never ever lock it

But still so many struggled
To buy food and pay the rent
There were a lot of big families
And...

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A country yearns industry
from assiduous minds revolutionary,
cities conceived with mind set and skill
yet lay insipid in the body of Britannia
those in need of life’s blood,
akin to human organs
served only; by arterial veins.

The first sod to lift an unfolding nation
the first cut the inauguration the call,
have...

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(An Addingham poem)

‘There!  Where every curve
injects another memory.’

Analytic beauty that
nestled in verdant valley
allows the mind to review,
where archaic dry-stone walls
enhance the ancestral ghosts,
impeccable trees, nature’s
guardian to one’s heady days,
inscribed when lovers called.
Now historic brows lost
within the village face,
expressive meadows
from a bygone age did
grace now...

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Unreceived  Parcel

I have sent your parcel Please be patient  
Your curtain hooks have been sent 
It's on its way
Yes sir, I have sent it 
I will make a special deliver 
Through the dark forces of night 
In horse and cart 
Await me at...

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There once was a chauffeur called Bart,
Who had a Rolls that wouldn’t start.
He wanted to be green -
His boss was very mean -
So now he drives a horse and cart....

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The 
Cookie Farm

Homemade whipped cream 
Cradled in a strawberry stream
Cotton bonnets as far as the eye can see
Fifty pickers gathering berries for a fee

Distant rows of fruit bearing trees
Stately greening in the breeze
Ice man with his horse and cart
Want ice? Got old iron for my...

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Technology,
Just a time travel away!
Did people become so brilliantly clever!
Within a blink of an eye,
Evolving superhuman beings,
From cavemen to inventors,
Hunter-gatherers,
To knowledge condensers,
Traveling thousands of miles,
Within the speed of light,
From horse and cart,
To jetting across the universe,
Life at a fast pace,
Messages that can travel,
Around the world...

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CREELS

My father spent hours
trimming the edges
of the newly cut sally rods,
to make creels fore taking the turf
over the soft soil of the bog,
so that the horse and cart
could bring it home
for the winter time.
I watch how he scalloped
the edges, tightly tied
and intricately weaved
the fresh wood.

He...

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Not yet long into the night, a translucent mist hovers,
cold as it settles upon the fine hairs.
Runty knobs form along the exposed skin,
an insufferable chill has come to the Quarter.
Secured dwellings sheltering those from who prey in the dark,
prowling the vulnerable, pilfering life from the...

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I remember when I was a little girl
And the Rag and Bone man came round
On his cart pulled by a horse
All manner of things could be found

A washing machine with a broken ringer
And a bicycle without a wheel
He used to give my grandma two pence
For...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems V - Ber Horvitz, Yitzkhak Viner, Franta Bass

Der Himmel
"The Heavens"
by Ber Horvitz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

These skies
are leaden, heavy, gray...
I long for a pair
of deep blue eyes. 

The birds have fled
far overseas; 
tomorrow I'll migrate too, 
I...

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It's a cold bitter day
the wind it bites like needles
head held low, wind chimes
beckon from the open fields
to the shelter of his elders
woods, a cabin quaint and humble
place enough to potter and mumble
where he kneels beneath the smoke
stained stone vent

Kindle wood in hands to light...

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A Story of the Unsung. 

Man, horse and cart wait at the railway station, picking up wares
 and delivering them to local shops. Every July the man and horse 
go on holiday to the country side, so his animal can eat fresh grass
and trot about...

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Painstakingly I gathered shrapnel from grandpa’s fields, 
sold them to the metal man who came on horse & cart.
Alas, disaster struck...the sixpence, fruit of my hard work,
slipped through my fingers, forever lost in the soil!
A young entrepreneur’s euphoria evaporated into thin air.
My heart painfully shattered...

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My road map, imagination,
My poor passion, horse and cart,
All my poems like a compass,
Arrows pointed at your heart

My affluence beyond measure,
Poverty defies belief,
All my treasure lies in heaven,
Victim of an earthbound thief.

Dreams sail on in search of beauty,
Music’s all that makes me whole,
Chains that bind...

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