Best Howarth Poems

This is our 5th Bronte poem please read the other poems if you are not familiar with our story


Outside of Howarth
The world is bleak and grey
Nothing to stir the memory
Or to offer solace from the fray .
Yet as soon as I return
To the old Bronte...

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He said, I don't know why you're acting like this.
Yoou trow the cornbread on thr table
and it fell to the floor. I got up and left.
you hit me with the Hoe, on purpose
again I left.
When you took the credit card
and put it back in mthe...

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At our junior school in Yorkshire.
I had turned up late for class three times
So our strict class teacher, called Miss Howarth
Sent me to the head mistress to be strapped.
Miss Kershaw then gave me six of the best.
I started crying from the stinging pain.
Miss told me...

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