On The Farm (Ronald Stuart Thomas Poems)
There was Dai Puw. He was no good.They put him in the fields to dock swedes,And took the knife from ...
There was Dai Puw. He was no good.They put him in the fields to dock swedes,And took the knife from ...
There was Dai Puw. He was no good.They put him in the fields to dock swedes,And took the knife from ...
Ah, you should see Cynddylan on a tractor.Gone the old look that yoked him to the soil,He's a new man ...
sitting beside the very streeton a dilapidated bench, paint peelingpeople stroll past, children scurryan infant left in a carriage outside ...
The old man comes out on the hilland looks down to recall earlier daysin the valley. He sees the stream ...
The old man comes out on the hilland looks down to recall earlier daysin the valley. He sees the stream ...
They have little tractors in their blood and all day the tractors climb up and down inside their arms and ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
The tractor mowing the hill the schoolyard alive with green children filling the elementary swings though some are eighth graders ...
A blue sky of autumn Red maple leaves, frost on the window rust on the tractor left too long in ...
It was called Farm Fantastic, a catchy phrase, and potentially a day's wasted sweat. Even after the event I can't ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
To live in Wales is to be conscious At dusk of the spilled blood That went into the making of ...
There was Dai Puw. He was no good. They put him in the fields to dock swedes, And took the ...
Divorced, but friends again at last, we walk old ground together in bright blue uncomplicated weather. We laugh and pause ...
They're taking down a tree at the front door, The power saw is snarling at some nerves, Whining at others. ...
So gradual in those summers was the going of the age it seemed that the long days setting out when ...
gnawing through a shinbone, a high howl inside of which a bloody, slashed-by-growls note is heard, unlike that sound, and ...
Another armored animal--scale lapping scale with spruce-cone regularity until they form the uninterrupted central tail-row! This near artichoke with head ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
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