Stagecoach Poems - Poems about Stagecoach

Has Summer gone? Oh God, she was divine Those crazy kisses, that incessant heat Last seen by The Red Lion on the street And off to Swindon on the 49 - Another bus is coming, so it’s fine That Autumn makes an old heart skip a beat Her hazy colours, and her scents as sweet As blackberries that tumble from the vine We...

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Beneath ivory moon and ebony sky I found refuge in an abandoned bus stop Dilapidated shops surround A coronation to the dark side of capitalism Busted windows tell horror stories Once proud walls are crumbling Fifty years ago this was prime real estate Now it's a forgotten footnote for weary travelers It's what happens when a dream is disfigured As time passes it becomes...

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"Hyar she comes! The weekly stagecoach is a-comin' to old Santa Fe!" The driver cracked his whip and blowed his klaxon to herald the way! The weekly arrival of the stagecoach was cause fer raucous celebration! The town's ne'er-do-wells found another excuse fer excess inebriation! The excited citizens one and all awaited its arrival with bated breath, To see...

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I took my periodic stroll through the local antique store today. There were the usual horse collars, clocks and various sundries on display. Havin' no need fer horse collars and sech, I quickly passed them by, But a paintin' of an abandoned stagecoach really caught my eye! The artist depicted it in a field overgrown with tumbleweeds and brambles. It...

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The stage driver was lost, he never knew the way Yet the roads he kept on driving day after day He took us down dark trails then calmly asked for pay The riders frightened sat there with not a word to say None ever stopped to ponder, what if they chanced to walk None ever turned to the others and...

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