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Best Tacamahac Poems


Has Spring Sprung
Can't seem to get off to sleep tonight, thoughts buzzing around my old head,
It's dark and quiet, the cat has gone out and the street lights have gone out too,
The odd car passes by maybe coming home from friends or a night on the town,
Could...

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Categories: tacamahac, nature, old, spring, winter,
Form: Prose Poetry
A Snowdrop In March
As March sets in people are eager to work in their rural gardens and fields,
The earth turns up fresh and mellow and there is beauty in its very blackness,
Flowers are fast springing in the boarders, delicate and beautifully poetic,
Familiar friends the alpine violet, the dog...

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Categories: tacamahac, nature, daffodils,
Form: Prose Poetry
Has Spring Sprung
Can't seem to get off to sleep tonight, thoughts buzzing around my old head,
It's dark and quiet, the cat has gone out and the street lights have gone out too,
The odd car passes by maybe coming home from friends or a night on the town,
Could...

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Categories: tacamahac, nature, old, spring, winter,
Form: Prose Poetry

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A Little Hamlet Called Butter Worth
Walk along a steep cliff top over glades over Yew trees and brambles to Butter-Worth Head,
Walk through a wood and stand by a warm bank of the clearest spring a mezereon will blossom,
The old tacamahac shows off his long pale green catkins and a China...

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Categories: tacamahac, nature, old, spring, old,
Form: Prose Poetry
A Snowdrop In March
As March sets in people are eager to work in their rural gardens and fields,
The earth turns up fresh and mellow and there is beauty in its very blackness,
Flowers are fast springing in the boarders, delicate and beautifully poetic,
Familiar friends the alpine violet, the dog...

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Categories: tacamahac, nature, daffodils,
Form: Prose Poetry
Butterworth Town
Walk along a steep cliff top over glades over Yew trees and brambles to Butter-Worth Head,
Walk through a wood and stand by a warm bank of the clearest spring a mezereon will blossom,
The old tacamahac shows off his long pale green catkins and a China...

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Categories: tacamahac, nature, old, spring, old,
Form: Prose Poetry




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