Long Hereford Poems

"I've rode the range now fer nigh on sixty years,
Brandin' dogies and ropin' them wily Hereford steers.
When I come to the end of the trail, I don't want no big scenes.
Boys, jes' wrap me in...

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Ridin' down into the canyon
Looking for some strays
I chanced to think about
The passing of the days.

Been chasing after cattle
Seems a mighty long time
And all those days I ain't be able
To save so much as a...

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The Tragic Story of Rosamund Clifford

By some urge to learn more, beckoned,
I read up the life of Henry the Second.
With Thomas Becket he picked  a bone.
This well known fact I'll leave alone.

Queen Eleanor of...

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Who will buy my lovely oranges
I am a whore in the bed of Charles II
Nell Gwynn is my name from Hereford I come
Beauty I have money have none.

Acting is my forte yet I must wait...

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At Lough Allua, along the waterfront
One observes a turning of the tide
From river stones, which stay blunt
Are nature’s creatures, who needn’t hide

A little toad searches for anew
Commencing a journey made by few
Its passage, grows so...

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Straight moves the locomotive train miles
Traveling over desert flatland forging ahead,
Coal steam engine Number 9 chug, chug, chug,
Sound waves rolls through, satisfying sensation is said.
Locomotive whistle sounds station steam rolling in,
Little one hears repeats ‘choo-choo’...

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Willow Around About: Upon the cutting of a willow tree on a traffic roundabout in Hereford 2016.


The Willow weeped for the loss of her City
Proud City, rural trading City
The World and his wife had beaten...

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'Creak creak' says
The old rocking chair
On a tiny old wooden porch
'Aawk aawk' says
The old crow as it
Flies steadily to the north
'Cock-a-doodle-do' says
The red rooster as he clucks
The new day in at half past four
Arise! Coffee's...

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Squared shoulders sporting a feathered hat,
She sure-stepp’d through the mud without slippage.
Caring not a whit that she stopped both
Horse carriage and his beating heart.  Disdain
Enhanced her beauty, this goddess of
Dowlais, coal-miner’s daughter, as smitten
Young...

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Great Grandpa Zerbst, I wish was here
I'd like him still around
He had a herd of Hereford cows
His farmin' sense was sound

He passed away when I was young
I'd only seen him twice
But even though his life...

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