Ploughman Poems - Poems about Ploughman

...His work is known around the Earth This ploughman lad of lowly birth He wooed and won the lassies braw His Jean the fairest of them aw He honoured such as mice and men And friendship flo......

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... The weary ploughman shuffles along the deserted bridle path, his day-long work completed, furrows wound around his piece of land, just arable enough to provide his daily bread. His dreary sh......

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...An ox is a persistent ploughman he sets his shoulder to the task Not knowing what he's up against for no question can he ask Big machines can do his job in almost no time, even......

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...Each year, an evening bright as any star, in song and verse retells the tale once more, with homage paid to one man’s repertoire. Humbling and uplifting, his thoughts restore our universal onene......

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...“Auld Lang Syne” - the most-sung New Year's Eve song Courtesy Robert Burns circa (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) the National Bard, Bard of Ayrshire and the Ploughman Poet. Two hundred si......

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...-Subash Khanal I have such a wish to write ‘Torment camp’ all over the walls of my college Each professor stands behind the podium and shares the sleeping tablet It’s such an adversity ......

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...R-emember the poet of Scotland, O-n the twenty-fifth of January; B-ehold his written works, E-ach lyric is filled with glory. R-emember the poet of Scotland who wrote in Scots language; T-he......

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...Each year, an evening bright as any star, with song and verse retells the tale once more, with homage paid to one man's repertoire. Humbling and uplifting, his thoughts restore our universal one......

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...< This time of trouble so torn by terror, time of deep darkness and all-devouring death, this time of woe, high wages and much wenching is no time for pleasant pastorals and praises. I wander we......

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...Ploughing The farmer has ploughed the land around the almond trees the earth is rust red I took up a handful it was lumpy, full of dead plants and still warm from the sun. A breeze was blowi......

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...“The day is long the day is hot Heat radiates the air will this ever stop Sweat blurs my vision my mouth is dry I look for salvation but not a cloud in the sky I plough from sunrise to sunset......

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...Gazing regretfully on years gone by They stumble across searching for a place to call home Their lanky necks sending out murky tune. Mutilated men in ominous attire! Lonely hearts littering the......

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