Drays Poems - Poems about Drays

...The field had stood barren these last few years waiting for the farmer who scratched his head visualising crops with which he could plant corn tall yellow gently rustling in the breeze he mulle......

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...Winter bones are rattling. A late autumn wind is burying the fallen. Frost stipples the light of dawn. Storm gulls and hawks have chased the songbirds away. My black coat flaps like a broken ......

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...Shop bells tinkling from eight 'til late queuing customers having to wait; Thursday,closing at noon opportunity to court and spoon. Collection boxes built into walls, gossiping ladies in their......

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...The twigs of March drip, and dangle ~ late in the day birdsong returns. New veins leach in the leaf there are florets of sap-sweet offerings. From oracle rings earth worms rise up from a mud, th......

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...He looked out at those who had gathered before his small stage. Amidst this noisy, crowded market, full of bright cloths, and fragrant foods, they were his audience. They stood, or sat in the dusty m......

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..."Steamboat is a-comin' 'round the bend!" My! Oh my! The wonders it might portend, As it stopped by sleepy towns along the Missisip', Dodgin' stumps and wayward rafts on its monthly New Awlins trip......

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...The leaves coated the ground in a tapestry of colour, strewn around like matting hiding all sorts beneath. A woven carpet that blanketed the earth with hues of Autumn colours as slowly they return......

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...I see beyond the crosses In the snow covered field Like soldiers in formation For whom our hearts aren't healed I see beyond the sacrifice Of those that gave their life And with their fait......

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...Alms Inn, there is the place again, and here I, far away, muse in the house I grew O this village of my love, has grown too The golden hills with lilacs filled, the sweet Soft of morning dew, and......

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...Shop bells tinkling from eight 'til late queuing customers having to wait; Thursday,closing at noon opportunity to court and spoon. Collection boxes built into walls, gossiping ladies in their......

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