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Milkmaid – Laurie Lee

The girl’s far treble, muted to the heat, calls like a fainting bird across the fields to where her flock lies panting for her voice, their black horns buried deep in marigolds. They climb awake, like drowsy butterflies, and press … Continue reading

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Funny Bone – Simon Gowen

I need to ask a question While I’m sitting here alone Why on earth did someone name The elbow, Funny Bone? Ev’ry time I bang it The last thing on my mind Is laughing out in ecstasy, And shouting something … Continue reading

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Peace Or Poverty – Sonali Shah

Their skin soaks up the heat Leaving it as black as the midnight sky, Their eyes wide, white, pleading Begging to the passersby. They litter the street Half naked bodies, Red and colouring their feet Searching for a entrance A … Continue reading

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Winter – Walter de la Mare

Clouded with snow The cold winds blow, And shrill on leafless bough The robin with its burning breast Alone sings now. The rayless sun, Day’s journey done, Sheds its last ebbing light On fields in leagues of beauty spread Unearthly … Continue reading

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Suicide In The Trenches – Siegfried Sassoon

I knew a simple soldier boy Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, And whistled early with the lark. In winter trenches, cowed and glum, With crumps and lice and lack of rum, He … Continue reading

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Poem – The Objection To Being Stepped On

At the end of the row I stepped on the toe Of an unemployed hoe. It rose in offense And struck me a blow In the seat of my sense. It wasn’t to blame But I called it a name. … Continue reading

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Poem – Mending Wall

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come … Continue reading

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