Res John Burman Poems

Here in Cornwall
We get such weather
We often staple
Rocks together!
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'Blackbird'

My morning began
Hunting for the Early Worm
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The window reflects
Dove and sparrows eating grain
Busier than I
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“These are your playmates? ” asked Mother.
Eyeing the East End kids
On the TB ward, warily!
“Why, they talk like gutter-snipes.
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Did they promise us
A Hung Parliament... or
Not... wishful thinking?
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She was small and beautiful
A youthful bloom seemed to shine
From beneath her sun tanned skin
Her blonde hair like corn silk
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Old Causewayhead just ain't the same
I don't know who is to blame
But the street has turned to a dreary mile
Without the sunshine of your smile
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A postcard arrived here today
From a land that James Brooke cried for
That took me back to the rifles crack,
And the land I almost died for!
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A telephone call
Do I want my medals engraved?
49 years late
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"Mickey Gaughan"

Mickey Gaughan and me
Singing Rebel songs
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