Bill Adams Poems on Hair (2 Poems)

Johnnie Chanteyman (Bill Adams Poems)

Johnnie Parrot, Johnnie Parrot, I’ll not hear againThat old voice of yours a-ringin’ down the windy rain,When the ocean morning’s clearin’ an’ the gale is past,An’ we’re all a-”yo-heave-ho-in’” by the big main mast. Johnnie Parrot, Johnnie Parrot, I can … Continue reading →

Shore Roads Of April (Bill Adams Poems)

What do I see and hear of an April morning?Many a ridge and furrow, headland and bay,Many a ship bound seaward, white at dawning,Many a young lad singing a ship away. Faces I see, ah, there were a’ many women!All … Continue reading →