Edwin Hopper Poems
|42.||The Midnight Gravel Train||2/13/2016|
|46.||May Day. Dawn Chorus In Spring||2/16/2016|
|47.||The New God||2/16/2016|
|50.||Reading Philip Larkin||2/16/2016|
|53.||Data Loader Blues||6/30/2016|
|54.||The Queen Wants Brexit||5/7/2017|
Course I hate this damned EU.
It's time we had our Waterloo.
Stand beside the union jack,
and fight to take our country back.
We'll have brand new Morris Minors,
not computers made in China.
And what good was science fact?
We have to get out country back.
Eat old fashioned beans on toast,
in damp cafés on our coast.
No foreign micro wavy snacks.
I want to have my country back.
Watch cricket teams on village greens,
with good hard clouts for noisy teens.
Moral fibre's what they lack!
We need to have ...
A Lay Bye On The Highway
In cold dark away from the cities bright,
with engine turned off, and blanket tight,
a lonely working trucker, sleeps tonight.
The mist parts to a white owl’s ghostly flight,
over dark tomb, of a medieval knight,
and be-nettled grave-yard, ‘neath cloud light.
At the tarmac edge, a mouse in fright,