Short Hereford Poems

Like water…
fear seeks its own level
Rich or poor
it wades through our consciousness
Driving us inward
toward sirens of darkness
Shrilling the moment
—with lyres of doubt 

(Hereford Inlet: December, 2021)...

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Raising thoughts and emotion,
the mainsail was set

Heading into the wind
of tomorrow unmet

All stays are in place,
with tiller held fast

Reaching for glory
—the doldrums have passed

(Hereford Inlet: November, 2020)...

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Can I say this is a Friesian,
that one a Hereford?
I lived so long in a town
and can say I have forgotten
my recollection as I wander in streets
among cars and bikes.

And yet am I so much missing
beings with four legs,
and those hooves that clomp
when stomping in the road,
ambling from one of those green fields -
chewed down a little now -
to another;
beings with their beauty,
yes, beauty that moves with abundant grace?


(March 2022)...

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James has been to three Paralympics, 
Including Rio, and in 2012 in London, 
He won a bronze in the mixed sticks, 
Of the 10 metre air rifle SH2 prone.

He qualified for that final with a max, 
Of 600 points, but the final was tough, 
So he fought in a sudden death, axe, 
Against Rapheal Voltz, not enough.

He was born on the 8th August 1976,
In Hereford, England, in a small town, 
Dawlish in Devon, but does his bricks, 
At Mandeville, with a 70 medal gown....

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