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Pennine Poems - Poems about Pennine

BOEING BOMBER, BARBARA JANE

...The local folk now hear a plane,
quite low and circling round.
In thickening fog and driving rain,
can it not see the ground? 
It surely has wandered off course.
For where was this plane bound? ...

Categories: pennine, england, lost, military,
Form: Ballad

Pennine Chain

...Pennine Chain
                  by Bob Moore © 2021

I’ve camped in the hills of the Pennine Chain
in the cold, and the snow, and the pouring rain
and if I was young I would do it again
but the...

Categories: pennine, youth,
Form: Rhyme

My Mesolithic Find

...Upon this Pennine peak
in stretch of wilderness,
where ground is silver grey
of moorland millstone grit,
a glistening piece stands out.
I take close look and see
small flake of shiny brown.
Cu...

Categories: pennine, england, history,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Manchester Lad

...Manchester Lad
                         by Robert (Bob) Moore 
            
We used to live in Manchester, in England, the UK
till one day, our dad said, we’re going to move away
Australia’s whe...

Categories: pennine, family,
Form: Rhyme

The Journey

...The Journey
by Robert J (Bob) Moore ©2020

We used to live in Manchester, in England, the UK
till one day our dad said, we’re going to move away
Australia’s where were going to, a land of sand a...

Categories: pennine, journey,
Form: Rhyme

Pennine Ramble

...Pennine Ramble
                                     by Bob Moore © 2019

I have rambled through the Pennines, on a lovely summer’s day
to Kinder Scout and Bleaklow , and Scafell not far away
We’...

Categories: pennine, farm,
Form: Rhyme

I Think I Remember Gorton

...I (think) I Remember Gorton
                         by Bob Moore ©2019
I used to live in Gorton
a cosy little nook                                                                                 ...

Categories: pennine, home,
Form: Rhyme

Pennine Moor

...A balmy breeze arrives to bring
the subtle scent of flowering ling.
From heather nests the red grouse shout
their rapid cry of chout-chout-chout.
Aloft, is brightest blue and clear
and on hill s...

Categories: pennine, nature, weather,
Form: Rhyme