Norfolk Poems - Poems about Norfolk

How was it, have you got a slot You ordered Lucozade, prawn toasts And Garibaldi crisps, I thought Your favourites, have you got those? It was so hot today, I sat Behind closed curtains, overwhelmed With RVW full set I passed the fens you know so well I played the Norfolk Rhapsody I watched the recent film of Cromer And through that haunting...

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A sailor aboard ship in Norfolk was always quick with a ludicrous joke Though his humor was lame he quit the ship to seek fame Now he's the laughingstock of Roanoke 2/5/22...

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The ewes are gathering at salt licks The ovens are hot for baking bricks My mum is humming, "Christmas is coming" * My dad, it seems, is getting his kicks *Winter is frigid in Norfolk, which may account for 19th-century women naming their sons, "Christmas"! ...

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I love to march along the Icknield way: Bretton Heath, Brickklin Covert and Caistor; Fring Cross, Sedgeford and Swaffham still hold sway. The sea sings with Terns and Oystercatcher As we descend to the cold distant shore. The air is perfumed with sea lavender And Norfolk’s rich and abundant secret store: Shrubby sea-blite, sea aster and rock rose. Rome, come and unleash my...

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This is Norfolk Feet stamp the sidewalk Flap flap flapping Off to somewhere, anywhere A hot summer day in the city With nothing and everything to do Streets cars people buzz, a sturdy hive All I hear is the wind across my water bottle Humming a melody of the distant seas Of sailors’ tales new and old Far from this life on the brink of...

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I'm from Norfolk Virginny where every bodies stingy even king pins cut nuts and pinch pennies where stick up kids are found patrolling their grounds when the sun drops the pull out and start patting you down like give me your money now don't make a sound when this barrel burst it's known to send souls to the cloud and rule number one is...

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On a bus leaving Norfolk late Friday night, I was in the last seat in the back A young and pretty woman boarded with hair so long and black She was a sailor's dream sitting across from me and slowly falling asleep I was gazing out the window and dozing off myself and the snow was getting deep We...

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