Wycombe Poems - Poems about Wycombe

...Hauling huge heifers to High Heavens Seems somewhat simple but not heaven sent Because bulls’ brides can be back-breaking... Welcome to Wycombe! Smell heavenly scent! ------------------------......

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...Sumer is icumen in anonymous Middle English poem, circa 1260 AD loose translation by Michael R. Burch Summer is a-comin'! Sing loud, cuckoo! The seed grows, The meadow blows, The woods spr......

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...In a stand of thinnings- picked by and by a bodger turns his pole- sweat drips in his eye; the blade glides to and fro- on his homemade lathe; one by one the pile grows- legs of beec......

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