Shire Poems - Poems about Shire

...Villanelle by Michael R. Burch Is poetry mere turning of a phrase? Has prose become its height and depth and sum? What happened to the songs of yesterdays? Does prose leave all nine Muses ve......Read the rest...

...I lie and think..? And think then dream..On how it will end? What will be the scenes? The die is cast..' So many now Know.! Many more will soon, and that will show.' Will they Lose some more.? Do ......Read the rest...

...I asked the wee Munchkins, "Which way do I go?" Figured since they lived here, they would be in the know. But they looked at me uncertainly, scared of the witch. Then realizing she was dead; they ......Read the rest...

...Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised March 10th, 2024... (Any resemblance between the following humorous account and real life circumstance tis purely coincidental). Went off fo......Read the rest...

...I can see the world spread below As I glide and soar up here so high, I can even catch an image there With my patent magic eye. There’s a metal bird to the left of me On its steady way to France......Read the rest...

...We pull into a Winding Station, Hand the Attendant our key, Head into the Station Inn For a snack and Earl Grey Tea. In less than an hour, Our machine being oiled The tension being adjusted An......Read the rest...

...Spiritual dragons – the ones that kill reside and wait impatiently for seeking fingers. Hobbits eat breakfast mushrooms in a leather-bound shire. Small books on overly large religions. Poets and......Read the rest...

...ENGLAND. Year Posted 2007 Rainsoaked fields,pastel green, perennial impressions of country scenes. Shire counties cramped and compact, neither temperate,changeable and inexact. Seasons merging i......Read the rest...

...Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised April 19th, 2023 IM pen named Pilot Jane A. Rug who ascribes to writing poetry as opportunistic, holistic, and cathartic warming me body ele......Read the rest...

...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 days As he drove his horse and c......Read the rest...

...This was the way it was In my childhood days With ancient and tried Crop farming ways. Up to the ankles in slurry, Muck fork in hand, Ready to spread manure To fertilise the land. No tractor ......Read the rest...

...My father worked the land with Both horse and tractor plough. That family way of life is past, We are all city dwellers now. My father and mother dead My brother followed them on I’m the last ......Read the rest...

...victorian canal life - the reality (a true tale from from my maternal heritage ) We left our abode in old Cowfair haggled a price for an old shire mare Onto the landlord's......Read the rest...

...they dug a path down Church Lane with walls that , to my child’s eye seemed to rear up sheer and cold as though reaching for the sky at the extremes of my memory not much else is really clear ......Read the rest...

...With a roof over your head, A key to your door Fire in the grate Clippie rugs on the floor The countryside to roam A dog by his side A boy may be poor but He’s still got h!is pride. Another......Read the rest...