Horse Nostalgia Poems

In those days we had to make do and mend.
Milk bottles we would rinse out and return.
Kellogg’s cartons we collect for children
to cut and paste...

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My childhood of the 1960's,
all those years ago,
feels like a Saturday in my
journey nostalgic.
The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl,"
their purity of song, of smiles.
A daydream streams,
of...

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About the end of times when
Carts were hauled by Shires,
Coal was king and homes
Were heated by open fires,
A seemingly huge dark figure
From my early childhood...

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Shop bells tinkling from eight 'til late
queuing customers having to wait;
Thursday,closing at noon
opportunity to court and spoon.

Collection boxes built into walls,
gossiping ladies in their shawls;
Bells...

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It was an age when
bread was delivered
by a baker in a horse and cart
and carried to the house
in big wicker basket,
and the milkman left bottled...

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Bundled in a horse-drawn sleigh  
warm and snug on Thanksgiving Day
the children restless, we went on our way
as the shedding forest began to sway
and...

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Life goes full circle Harry Finnegan thought,
Admiring his newly refurbished vending cart;
Spick and span with racy lines, a proper seat,
Digital till, weatherproofed, and state of...

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Car 54, where are you?
      Is a horse still a horse, of course?
   Who today considers Denace a...

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Sun is rising, birds are cooing,
              and I am up, up and...

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We were a country where people roamed free
   where you drove cross-country without paying a fee

We were a country where folks dreamed big...

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On a winding road of Channel Eight
I come across a test pattern, for I am late
In the form of the moon, an eclipse? Oh, great!
I...

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  Oh, to be in Trinidad
when the hot scented currents flow,
  from East Dry River to Nariva 
chaconia and silk cotton tree grow.
...

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Like Hannibal we crossed the pass and crossed 
   the Alps (okay, the Brynderwyn Hills) 
and a bridge too far on north-west passage.
...

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Ole Eighty-seven, rugged and vain,
Serpentine on cold iron rails,
Story filled with strength and pain,
A legendary iron horse tale.

World-renowned freight train of yesteryear,
Lives ever in ...

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THE SERGEANT MAJOR

I'll always remember Granpa Shreeve
No collar,braces and rolled up sleeves,
Leather buckled trouser belt;
Number forty-six with Gran he dwelt.

A curled up moustache,
His manner stiff...

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