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Poetry for Thoughtful Folk
Poetry for Thoughtful Folk
Poetry for Thoughtful Folk
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Poetry for Thoughtful Folk

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A book of traditional poetry that will be found thought provoking. There are plenty of hidden meanings and the occasional allegory, whilst many of the poems are descriptive.

There is a section containing War poems, when writing these the author had the very uneasy feeling of not being alone. Poems that would have normally taken several days to compose were written in less than thirty minutes. As ever the purpose of writing and publishing these poems is for the enjoyment of the reader.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 21, 2020
ISBN9781393273837
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    Poetry for Thoughtful Folk - James Hathersage

    1

    The Skeleton.

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    Please come inside our library,

    And have a look around,

    Behind the tomes of medicine,

    A skeleton can be found.

    -

    Some say he was a fighting man,

    But others think a priest,

    An old man out of Africa,

    Or, maybe from the East.

    -

    Those who know the pelvic bones

    are sure it was a man,

    With bone ends worn from heavy work,

    That he no longer can.

    -

    Perhaps that spine once stooped to labour

    in some farmer’s field,

    What secrets hold this skeleton,

    That he will never yield.

    -

    Long left the soul that once controlled

    those jointed limbs to toil,

    A soul whose shell will never rest,

    Within a graveyard’s soil.

    -

    By custom he must nameless stay,

    How can we ever know,

    What sights he saw, what sounds he heard,

    So many years ago?

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    Yet these dry bones impart a gift,

    As students take their turn,

    A knowledge of anatomy,

    For those disposed to learn!

    ***

    2

    The Painter.

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    He stands to gaze,

    Or maybe he surveys,

    But nothing grows

    upon the canvas white,

    And yet perhaps he knows,

    This pausing, wayward wight,

    However great or

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