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Esmond Poems - Poems about Esmond


Premium Member We Heard a Whistle Blow
...The whistles screamed that cold dark night Winter, 1903 At least fourteen would perish Way ......

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Categories: esmond, memorial, scary, sound,
Form: Rhyme
Snapshots From a Child's West London
...I remember my cherished Wolf Cub pack, How I loved those Wednesday evenings, The games, the pomp and seriousness of the camps, The different coloured scarves, sweaters and hair During the mas......

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Categories: esmond, child, childhood, children, england,
Form: Free verse




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