Whitby Poems - Poems about Whitby

... Colour me perfect in green white and gold, A tricolour heart from the young to the old, A land of giants from the causeway to swift, A tongue silver sharp each Irishman's gift, Born with a......Read the rest...

...He saw a gap in the market, Knew he'd found a niche Got the idea at Scarborough From donkey rides on the beach. Camel treks from Whitby Going the scenic way Following the coastal road On to Ro......Read the rest...

...He was the Yodelling King of Whitby. On a calm clear weather day You could hear his practice yodels On the cliffs at Robin Hoods bay. He would stand there at the bar In his Tyrolean feathered ......Read the rest...

...I puffed and panted up the steps (and thought about the novel Dracula, in which the character called Mina ran up there) and gasping, wheezing crawled towards the top to look out over Whitby from ......Read the rest...

...Poems about Poets IV The Princess and the Pauper by Michael R. Burch for June Kraeft Here was a woman bright, intent on life, who did not flinch from Death, but caught his eye and dre......Read the rest...

...On a sunny day in late September we were on our way to Runswick Bay, on a walk that we gladly remember, meeting people on the Cleveland Way. Assorted folk with the same idea taking in distant ......Read the rest...

...Sonnets LXXI-LXXX Because You Came to Me by Michael R. Burch Because you came to me with sweet compassion and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair, I do not love you after any fashio......Read the rest...

...Various Heresies 5 Tonight, Let's Remember by Michael R. Burch July 7,2007 (7-7-7) Tonight, let's remember the fond ways our fingers engendered new methods to praise the gray at my temple......Read the rest...

...Caedmon’s Face by Michael R. Burch At the monastery of Whitby, on a day when the sun sank through the sea, and the gulls shrieked wildly, jubilant, free, while the wind and Time blew all aro......Read the rest...

...Caedmon's Hymn by Michael R. Burch At the monastery of Whitby, on a day when the sun sank through the sea, and the gulls shrieked wildly, jubilant, free, while the wind and time blew all aro......Read the rest...

...At Cædmon’s Grave At Caedmon's Grave by Michael R. Burch “Cædmon’s Hymn,” composed at the Monastery of Whitby (a North Yorkshire fishing village), is one of the oldest known poems written in the......Read the rest...

...Where Does the Butterfly Go? by Michael R. Burch for the children of the Holocaust and the Nakba Where does the butterfly go when lightning rails, when thunder howls, when hailstones......Read the rest...

...I remember all the humorous things we did Peering into windows lit by lamps Climbing cliffs then chased by geese and dog Walking down from Redcar,sea so still After Saltburn Pier, the cli......Read the rest...

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...The end of the Pier was shrouded in mist the Shadows we cast were defining, We plighted our troth, and then we kissed, Neath a full orbed moon that was shining, We walked hand in hand to the ......Read the rest...