Down in the valley. Poetry from the pen of

~The Poet’s Poet~

A thing that is hardly a thing

As vague as how long is a piece of string.

Trying hard to love the human race?

It’s difficult to love its ugly face.

All fish a tasty dish

Aside from red herrings.

Yankee Doodle Went to Town Riding on a Pony

But not Wynken, Blynken and Nod

Young and Old must take care of themselves

Or end up looking like the Wreck of the Hesperus.

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow

To Thine Own Self Be True.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

There is a Lady Sweet and Kind

The Minstrel Boy

The Great Adventurer

Horatius at the Bridge.

The Little Man Who Wasn’t There

A man of words and not of deeds

Watched in awe The Charge of the Light Brigade.

Crying out he could be heard to say Death Be Not Proud

The Day is Done.

In a shaken sieve the rubbish is left behind.

© Chris Black. March 2019.

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