Sherwood Poems - Poems about Sherwood

Robin Hood, with his bow and his grin, Would take from the rich, where to begin? He'd shoot with a twang, Then sing with a bang, "Now the Sheriff's quite terribly thin!" ©bfa032125 ...

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DEATH IN SHERWOOD FOREST Thank you for agreeing to this final interview, Before you shuffle off this mortal coil. You’ve lived for many centuries And soon you’ll be returning to the soil. Ah well, I’ve had a good life. I can’t complain too much. Although I have Dutch Elm disease When I’m not even Dutch You must have many memories, So tell me if you...

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As Robin loved Sherwood, we reached at dawn and remained till nightfall with you and we loved you and went home only to come to you anew and roam to cheer your greener hue, dear. As Robin loved Sherwood, only to come to you anew, dear. *A 3rd Place* in the following contest (judged on...

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Bandit of Sherwood A man from the ‘hood name of Robin Insults to the sheriff was lobbin’ But Robin the rapper Got locked in the crapper When he heard Maid Marion sobbin’ The sheriff claimed Robin of Sherwood Was not nabbing gold for the poor’s good He said...

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Keep hitting the reset listening unto The Pretenders, learning to crawl... Her beautiful Christie Hyde and two thousand miles it must be, Christmas Time for love's children our heart's were singing; as this snow was falling down ? Joyful their colours these leaves a crown cast of autumn's bossom; his solitary sea gull....

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Morning gently wakes. Scents of moss and mint mingle 'neath whippoorwill's reveille. Melodic lyrics whisper pass the rustling leaves - echoing dulcet refrains. Woodland music swirls atop harmonious brooks; crisp droplets chant the chorus. Dawn breaks symphonic! A cool breeze plays the oboe whilst...

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