Tag: poem

Fishermen’s Friends

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Proper Cornish songs

soak the rolling Cornish hills

toe tapping shanties

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by Scooj

Grave side

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It’s been quite a while

since I sat by my dad’s side

the soil between us

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by Scooj

Holiday doll lost

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On a country style

waiting for a child’s return

a long wait in store

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by Scooj

Serendipity

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Himalayan Spice

a takeaway opposite

Liskeard street art house

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by Scooj

Spiny sea star

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Polruan block house

a beautiful fishing mark

if you want starfish

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by Scooj

Acceleration

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Too fast time passes

the short days merge into one

I am left behind

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by Scooj

Taxi man

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I shouldn’t complain

we brought them into this world

driving, our reward

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by Scooj

Going home

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They all plod along

not stopping to look around

heads bowed to the ground

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by Scooj

Confusion

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Summer’s afternoon

tinged with autumnal coolness

seasonal mash up

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by Scooj