Bernard Shaw Poems
|41.||In My Heart.||10/9/2003|
|45.||Long, Long Ago.||10/28/2003|
|46.||Love And Friendship.||10/20/2003|
|47.||Low And Deep.||10/31/2003|
|52.||My Favourite Hymns.||10/28/2003|
|56.||Not A Clue.||10/20/2003|
|57.||Not Much Fun.||10/17/2003|
|58.||Not Very Grand.||10/30/2003|
|61.||On My Way.||10/21/2003|
|70.||Steady Comrades, Steady||10/15/2003|
|73.||Tablets And Lotions.||11/1/2003|
|75.||Tell Me It’s A Dream.||11/3/2003|
I like the Policeman that patrols our street,
He is a nice kind man with aching feet.
The kids all like him he always smiles,
Over the years he has walked many miles.
He always knows the time of day,
What is more he has plenty to say.
Sometimes he comes to the local schools,
To explain to the children the traffic's rules.
Also not to listen to strangers or take sweets,
For not every one is kind even on his beat.
To Mums and Dads he offers good advice,
For some of the children are not always nice.
A patient man that wears a uniform, ...
The nicest town I have ever seen,
Is small compact and ever so clean.
Elizabethan houses built long years ago,
They had gracefully aged ever so slow.
Oak beams held the thatched roofs of straw,
One of the prettiest sights I ever saw.
A Pub named after a Horse and Plough,
Is the main attraction both then and now.
Beer is sold in a bright atmosphere,