John Rickell Poems

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31.
Curlew Calls

The curlew no more
stalks the estuary
winter is gone.
I hear but one cuckoo
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32.
The Irish Boy

It was 1840 and the potatoes failed,
The English printed postage stamps
While bison roamed the prairies.
We couldn't ‘fford the boat fare
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33.
Gentle Waves

Calm and still,
no turmoil in the air
the same as last we met,
I hear the gentle waves
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34.
Potatoes And Carrots

Spring dissolves winter's gloom
distilling opening buds drop
their scales now snow is gone,
chestnut leaves carried home
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35.
The Fieldfare

Lonely on a crab tree top
speckled breast and grey-blue head,
against the melting snow.
Have you lost your way....?
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36.
Blackbird

How does he do it?
His brain no more than finger nail
Singing a scale of notes I cannot sing
Nor can forget.What does he say? It seems he knows
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37.
Sculptor The

If I could sculpt my love,
search for finest porphry,
I would spend my life and carve
fit for Rome or Athens to rival
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38.
Peels Arms Apple Pie And Cheese

The rail track once to carry
coal from Yorkshire fields
redundant; lorries now and diesel.
A country walk and straight.
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39.
Shropshire In January

The Shropshire lane makes its uncertain way
Passed the old school house at Pennerley
Untaught for many a year,
The children now with siblings of their own.
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40.
The Lady And The Parasol 1

She sat beneath the parasol
white wine to her mouth.
How I envied the goblet
could feel the warmth of woman's lips
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