The Red-Bricked Shire Poem by james watkin

The Red-Bricked Shire



Warwickshire brick was fired
West, of where do stand
All the other shire's kilns;
In Day's borderland.
Alone, what hot out there
Hath the patent for
To reflect, and robust
Great bellows' uproar.

Wednesday, October 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: places,sunset
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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