Treasure Island

Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

Laura of the setting sun valleys


I’ve put the sun down
I haven’t go time to brows…
Or chew the cud.
I’m just here to milk the cows…
And work for you my baby,
Till my hands are blistered and red or I’m dead.
Oh my sweet Laura of the setting sun valleys.

Oh I’ve put the sun down
And I haven’t got time to brows
The harvested golden corn—
Decaying in its skin?
Oh I haven’t got time I’ve to many worries…
And never enough time anyhow… oh for…
Oh my sweet Laura of the setting sun valleys.

Oh I’ve put the sun down
And I haven’t got the strength…
Always, too watch the moonrise.
But I could always…
Use a little more, loving…
A little more lullabying in the straw ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh my sweet Laura of the setting sun valleys.

Submitted: Sunday, December 15, 2013
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Laura of the setting sun valleys by Mark Heathcote )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Sand, Joey Jones
  2. Variations, Kewayne Wadley
  3. T, Vinaya Joseph
  4. माँ गंगा Maan Ganga (Hindi), S.D. TIWARI
  5. Blessings, Dr. Prabir Acharjee Nayan
  6. A Happy Poet, REALLY?, Sandra Feldman
  7. Each Day I Live a Life and Die!, Monk E. Biz
  8. If Compassion were in Fashion! (Nudity), Monk E. Biz
  9. Green Flag, Nassy Fesharaki
  10. My Forest is not Deep, But it is Green, Monk E. Biz

Poem of the Day

poet Henry David Thoreau

My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]