Bruton Poems - Poems about Bruton

...Vicar Tynan sat amongst his roses in a Friday morning sun, that shone in beams through willow branch and leaves, where it’s time to think of Sunday and what sermon must be done, when he heard squa......

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...Toy’s abattoir has decayed. Gone is the bank, E.S. & A. One time Witton Street brickwork’s, is grass growing over the clay. Bruton the blacksmith has rusted. His name on a shed disappears. The ......

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