Mcgill Poems - Poems about Mcgill

...They trained their birds to stay incredibly still. Like statues, reported my cousin Mrs. McGill. The birds did not make a single sound as they supped. The table was linen, and all prissily gussied......Read the rest...

...The feared bounty hunter Frankie McGill Was tracking bank robber , Montana Bill Frankie caught him by surprise Shot him dead between the eyes Now Montana's on his way to Boot Hill... ......Read the rest...

...It all began in that building they call Leacock, in that place known as McGill. It was there where you captured my heart, there where feelings for each other did impart. I remember how I thought......Read the rest...

...The Christmas tree is lit in the rectory. There is a glow of Jesus all over the church We are dressed in our Christmas finery. The little kids are up front, out-singing Mrs. McGill. I am one of......Read the rest...

...Fowl woman collected feathered creatures of all kinds; they came to her Approached her from all sides, followed her about her work, they adored her. She was ostracized by the townspeople who did no......Read the rest...

......The media was stunned by this action, and even more so when he retired, he said he could not hit a man again after what he had just seen transpire, that making money of televised strife could......Read the rest...

......Steel Hands leapt to the ropes to celebrate, what a dramatic comeback victory! cried out his joy while pumping his fists, right there for the whole audience to see, but his joy vanished hen he......Read the rest...

...Ray Richardson was known as a fighter, and a big hit amongst the boxing fans, though few of them ever called him by name, his sobriquet in the ring was ‘Steel Hands,’ like Forman, Wilder, he had ......Read the rest...

...Poet:  Ken Jordan Poem:  Don't Shoot Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan written:  November/2014 My hands up!           Don't shoot!     POW! POW! POW!                        Michael Brown Er......Read the rest...

...Jack Daniels whiskey label That has you out aged Stamped in the silver tombstone Aboard your belt. And the dust on your boots Not yet time worn, or tattered with age Almost as shiny as your ......Read the rest...