Merino Poems - Poems about Merino

... Soudah and Dutchman Soudah, a Malaysian slave lived in Cape Town’s slave lodge, her knee bone damaged after decades of scrubbing floors. She escaped northwards, he......

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...*** How Lady Learned at Last *** For decades, Lady daydreamed, wanting a full closet, A packed, complete fashionable style: Shoes to hats, to crown the French Bob Of shinny, brunnette tresses a......

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...I always weep for you in the hush of eventide hills. In their mystical muteness I can hear your heartbeats. As tears indulge in indigo dusky deepening horizons, I put my hope in the last morning s......

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... There once was a little boy from Trinidad found barefoot in the Savannah mini-clad. He started on his quest in a ripped merino vest but what adventures that little Trini had! ......

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...There are no laws designed by man that mean a thing out where, the drying sun on pastel lands can’t lead all to despair, where frightened eyes can see for miles across the saltbush plain, where de......

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...S-un A-nd I-ts R-adiance H-ave E-mitted L-ight L-etting E-arly M-orn E-njoy R-ays I-t N-icely O-pens Topic: Birthday of Sairhelle Merino (May 22) Form: Vertical Mo......

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...FARMER’S SON There’s the sky, look at it Giggling with the high-mast light Twinkling not with the stars, but with rays of illumination Coming from the back windows of a thirty storey mansion, ......

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...Thunderous silence in fresh mountain air Dragonflies land on a mirrored flat lake. A trout breaks the surface with but a swirl Hushed morning stopping to rolling vast cheer. Eight boats of rower......

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...Contractual Relations Coming to work every hazy morn Does not say my mind is still born! Nor, when I kowtow and say: Boss I equate you to He on the Cross! Monthly pay is neither excha......

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...Oh, a motley mob of rowdy men are we When we hit your town to go on a spree. We’ve fleeced the worst of their wiry wool And our canvas pockets are now brim full. We’ve come from the biggest runs nea......

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...Fluffy merino Jumping to and jumping fro…. One two three they go......

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