Irons Poems - Poems about Irons

steel mill smoke stack anvil and hammer my will for sure sprinkle the cotton hot steam on my face press down hard don't beak the board chore of the sixties...

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Liam is a qualified green keeper at a golf club, Attended Mill Vale Middle and Queensbury Upper, He’s from Dunstable and gained a degree, hub, From Dunstable College in Business clever. Born on the 17th day of December in year 1990, He plays for 61FC in the South Midlands league, And also plays for Saints FC...

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A vibrancy on a washing line is often likened to a knitting needle in a hailstorm. Fold away the parachutes of umbrella and kneel down on a thistle. It is rather comfortable when it is in flower. Dashing darting deriving daffodil draperies. And a large hairy dog playing with a hula hoop. Whirling. Good. Woof...

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I am from the synthetic turf, Of which I never wish to touch myself. I’m from beyond the mint juleps and fancy hats, Where there isn’t such thing as wealth. I’m from the steeplechase barns, With the sharp hooves, And soft muzzles, Trainers, Jocks, Personalities all like puzzles. I am from the races, Bonding with angry little men, Sarcastic faces, Drunken to a 10. I am from the...

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do one thing two things 3 or 4 jobs, keep busy keep your mind busy keep going keep it moving. otherwise it all begins to start bothering you, the car horns the neighbor the smells the city the people. warm food served cold cold food served warm. people eating loud on the bus the bus eating you like a bag of chips. go on to something else something better done well....

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Mom once used an iron called sad In those times it was all that we had. Like the old rub board It had no electric cord And the wrinkles it left weren't bad....

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"Lost like a needle in and haystack" "Make hay while the Sun shines", some make to much ...

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