A Lift On The Way (Edwin Waugh Poems)
" Come, what's th' use o' fratchin', lads, this life's noan so lung, So, iv yo'n gether reawnd, aw'll try ...
" Come, what's th' use o' fratchin', lads, this life's noan so lung, So, iv yo'n gether reawnd, aw'll try ...
I When the Head of Bran Was firm on British shoulders, God made a man! Cried all beholders. Steel could ...
One time, 'way back where the year marks fadeGod said: "I see I must lose my West,The place where I've ...
(Suggested By A Fine Horse, Restive In Youth, But Useful In Age.)IN the cool of a summer evening.'Mid pleasant sights ...
We were speakin' of excitement, an' the hair upliftin' thrills That sorter dot life's landscape, like the bill board ads. ...
Once a year we lumber southward with the clip from Yarradee;Spell the bullocks in the township while we run our ...
f I were to own this countrysideAs far as a man in a day could ride,And the Tyes were mine ...
O, road and path, and path and road,They write the story plain; To the picnic grounds, to the little church, ...
The place, my lord, is much like Gideon's fleeceThe second time he laid it on the ground;For by the will ...
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, The cheque was spent that the ...
On the summer road that ran by our front porch Lizards and snakes came out to sun. It was hot ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
Snow, a melting dusting layered, in the December sun mud, ruts, the stubble snow between the rows, the stalks the ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
The road is thronged with women; soldiers pass And halt, but never see them; yet they're here- A patient crowd ...
Trudging by Corbie Ridge one winter's night, (Unless old hearsay memories tricked his sight) Along the pallid edge of the ...
Divorced, but friends again at last, we walk old ground together in bright blue uncomplicated weather. We laugh and pause ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
The horizons ring me like faggots, Tilted and disparate, and always unstable. Touched by a match, they might warm me, ...
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