Horse England Poems

In those days we had to make do and mend.
Milk bottles we would rinse out and return.
Kellogg’s cartons we collect for children
to cut and paste...

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A cold mist drifts across the ground,   
bringing a musty smell          
from damp mulch...

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Everything around is quiet, not a sound could be heard, except for the engine running up and down the street and the ticking clock erupting...

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They stand on territorial waters waiting for the morning to raise; hearts united with the sun and the rain beckoning you to come. You stand...

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The Musical Ride by the RCMP
is a Canadian tradition for all to see.
Thirty-two horses of black on parade,
riders in red with lances portrayed.
To see this...

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The sea winds calling
     Calling beach tides thrilling
           Thrilling woodlands for...

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Henry VIII's Last Joust

When darkness descends and all is bleak,
When the strong run and leave behind the weak.
Where, throughout the land, people cry for relief.
Who...

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Welcome back my weary friends
I promise you this story ends
But not before your time flies through
A tale with a horse or two...

On streets of cobblestone...

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He invented things
all sorts of things
Electronic things
that were usefully
and novel
More things than he
probably will be credited
for
He created or recreated
God's gift to man
the dog
He created a...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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I was influenced by Basil Fawlty
that sarcastic humour really caught me
inappropriate rude crude and naughty 
humour against stress which haunts me 

I'm the sort some...

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In London Town, a girl was born
Who lost the crown, but won the scorn 
Of Lady Margaret's deep disdain
For something proud, she cannot reign

Her daughter's...

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An Excelente Balade of Charitie (“An Excellent Ballad of Charity”)
by Thomas Chatterton, age 17
modernization/translation by Michael R. Burch

As wroten bie the goode Prieste
Thomas Rowley 1464

In...

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On a horse at the crossroads a pistol in his hand
Dressed in dark clothing he looked fine and grand
Waiting in the moonlight for the York...

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SOUL   WINDOWS


Cat eyes are  curious, suspicious; 
Horse eyes big, brown, delicious.
Dog  eyes say be my friend,
And stay with me till the...

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