Woodbines Poems - Poems about Woodbines

...Guy Fawkes' Night By the middle of October the piles are growing. English weather fails to dampen childhood enterprise. Gangs traverse the streets in forage To drag, on broken prams, a hoard,......

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...As a very young boy of fourteen I set out one night through the week To meet my girlfriend from Girl Guides, the beautiful Angelique It was a dark and windy evening and just as I put on my coat ......

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...I sit upon the harbour wall And feel the warm sun on my face. I turn my gaze far out to sea And watch the happy dolphins play. Bright sunbeams slanting through the clouds Are searchlights toying......

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...Made in Sheffield by Steven Cooke Its Early Morning, a mist descends into the valley. Not a Mist, from some love poem, but a fog forged in graft. No sun shines here, for there is no welcome. For her......

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...There, at the parapet, part-built with corpses, Where we dug out the two year old bones of the French, Stands on the second rung of the ladder, The corporal keeping watch from the lip of the trenc......

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