Butterfield Poems - Poems about Butterfield

...Among hills Apache red Where damas and vaqueros Built up a homestead Past the mercados And hills with a vague past Running aside the mission Its white walls chaste In the glow of the noontime......

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...All through the last winter I sat on my own Playing Cushie Butterfield On my xylophone I tried it as a two step I tried it as waltz Its not easy on a xylophone To avoid playing shmaltz But I ......

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...AntiPoem 2 You know only one thing and that is: Dying is not on the agenda. Let us march now inside St. Mary’s, March reverently through these green repentant doors, These holy portals to gr......

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...Greek George Allen 1828-1913 Seegh no mee. Ah, I see we have not been introduced. Please, if you will, call me George, George Allen. In life, I was a greek from Smyrna, Hired by the......

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...Sammi was crushed in snow and ice, Under the beam of a forklift truck, Being driven by her dad on his farm, Such that her back did break, no luck. Her physio at Glasgow’s Southern, Sent h......

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...Jo was born in Yorkshire, England, In 1979, but moved up to Glasgow, And in 2011 saw a spinal tumor take, So embraced fully the Spinal Games. Thrown into wheelchair rugby brutal, She became t......

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...It's been written before and quoted more "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder" Born in London to American parents Her beauty, would come to make, men smolder Blue bedroom eyes for us to view, b......

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...Strolling about a military cemetery the other day, In the distance I heard a solitary bugler play, Twenty-four haunting notes for an honored son. "Taps" was rendered for a hero, his faithful servi......

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