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by Tammy Knott, from LilFeatherCherokee
My poetry style is a mixture of many things, but always Rhyme.
I like to add a little humour when ever i can, and try to look at things in a different way to other writers,
This does not always work , and sometime it turns out rubbish
I love reading up on the First World War,and can not believe some of the hardship and horrors they went through.
I used to work in construction as a scaffolder, before a spinal condition forced me to give that up.
This was when i took up writing poetry ,
There is little left to say, I am married with three daughters who are the world to me.
And apart from my condition I count myself as a very happy fortunate person
LIVING IN NOTTINGHAM ENGLAND
A beautiful Folk song that says much of how i feel
Labelled With Love Artist: Squeeze
(Difford/tilbrook)
She unscrews the top of a new whiskey bottle
And shuffles about in her candle lit hovel
Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens
She smells like the cat and the neighbours she sickens
The black and white t.v. has long seen a picture
The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture
The postman delivers the final reminders
She sells off her silver and poodles and china
Drinks to remember, i, me and myself
And winds up the clock
And knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love
During the war time an american pilot
Made every air raid a time of excitement
She moved to his prairie and married the texan
She learnt from a distance how love was a lesson
He became drinker and she became mother
She knew that one day she'd be one or the other
He ate himself older, drunk himself dizzy
Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty
He like a cowboy died drunk in his slumber
Out on the porch in the middle of summer
She crossed the ocean back home to her family
But they had retired to roads that were sandy
She moved home alone without friends or relations
Lived in a world full of age reservation
On moth eaten armchairs she'd say that she'd sought all
The friends who had left her to drink from the bottle
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by Tammy Knott, from LilFeatherCherokee
My poetry style is a mixture of many things, but always Rhyme.
I like to add a little humour when ever i can, and try to look at things in a different way to other writers,
This does not always work , and sometime it turns out rubbish
I love reading up on the First World War,and can not believe some of the hardship and horrors they went through.
I used to work in construction as a scaffolder, before a spinal condition forced me to give that up.
This was when i took up writing poetry ,
There is little left to say, I am married with three daughters who are the world to me.
And apart from my condition I count myself as a very happy fortunate person
LIVING IN NOTTINGHAM ENGLAND
A beautiful Folk song that says much of how i feel
Labelled With Love Artist: Squeeze
(Difford/tilbrook)
She unscrews the top of a new whiskey bottle
And shuffles about in her candle lit hovel
Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens
She smells like the cat and the neighbours she sickens
The black and white t.v. has long seen a picture
The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture
The postman delivers the final reminders
She sells off her silver and poodles and china
Drinks to remember, i, me and myself
And winds up the clock
And knocks dust from the shelf
Home is a love that I miss very much
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love
During the war time an american pilot
Made every air raid a time of excitement
She moved to his prairie and married the texan
She learnt from a distance how love was a lesson
He became drinker and she became mother
She knew that one day she'd be one or the other
He ate himself older, drunk himself dizzy
Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty
He like a cowboy died drunk in his slumber
Out on the porch in the middle of summer
She crossed the ocean back home to her family
But they had retired to roads that were sandy
She moved home alone without friends or relations
Lived in a world full of age reservation
On moth eaten armchairs she'd say that she'd sought all
The friends who had left her to drink from the bottle
.
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