David Threadgold Poems

If my apple tree could grow one
I’d stand there on guard duty
To stop the scrumpers scrumping
From my tree now very fruity
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Saddle up my piebald pony
Fill my saddlebags with jerky
For I travel to the Rockies
To hunt the great white turkey
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I remember our first TV set
Large box and chunky brown
I remember the man who brought it
And Ariel that sat like a crown
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Round and round the whirlwind turns
Ever strong it’s blowing
Wrecking homes and some now burn
It goes where no one knowing
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Have you ever seen a morning
With a red sky turning blue
A heavy smell of freshness
From the meadows soaked with dew
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Dripping with blood
See the slaughter mans knife
Once again killing
And taking a life
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Someone sent me sausages
They put them in the post
Someone sent me jam and bread
It made nice crispy toast
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The steeple on our parish church
Has a crooked twisted spire
Our vicar tried to put it straight
With springs he’d made from wire
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In the darkness many voices
Whisper words with many choices
Lacking light to see the saying
Is there any point in praying?
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Power mad people
Admiring themselves
At their leather topped desks
With books on full shelves
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