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Grange Poems - Poems about Grange


Premium Member Fifty Miles
It's fifty miles to the city And fifty home again, Around that pothole on Depot Road Into the arms of the lane. Old George has left his hay down. A day or two since mowing. Pink shadow of the Grange Hall, Blind in sun's last glowing. The cows are gathered to the barn, Tail switching at the gate, Udders glossy ripe with milk. Supper'll have...

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Categories: grange, animal, city, farm, home,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member New Grange, the Cradle of Celtic Culture
The pure stream rumbles out, surely sacred With magical properties evoking sighs. Ancient secrets of this place become naked. Suspicions, therefore, do quickly arise. Will fertility come to its demise, Or will seeds of ideas, thus, be blended For evoking unique spiritual highs In pure streams of light where the rumble ended? On we go to the Valley of Kings belated; Here, Neolithic farmers...

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Categories: grange, appreciation, creation, december, ireland,
Form: Quatrain



Dances In Grange Halls
I've had these words On the tips of my fingers For as long as I can remember You've had those bright eyes In those pictures you'd take Ever since you were young And when the record comes on Starts playing our favorite song We can dance in your parents living room Collapse into each others arms And just fade away I've had these words Running through my...

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Categories: grange, bereavement, grandmother, longing, memory,
Form: Prose Poetry
Winter Solstice At New Grange
WINTER SOLSTICE AT NEW GRANGE Sun seems to have gone away - Light bonfires! Pray she will return! Our calls to her rise with the burn: Winter solstice the darkest day. Our hearts at New Grange will fill: Trees evergreen are cut for scent; Dancing and singing...

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Categories: grange, historyday,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Trimdon Grange Explosion
TRIMDON GRANGE EXPLOSION * ( 16 FEB 1882, DURHAM, ENGLAND ) Noo March is heor and the wind she’s cowld * But the sixty nine sowls divvent feel it - strange Theor noo wheor they feel nee cowld and nivver get owld Since they gave theor...

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Categories: grange, death, history,
Form: Verse




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