Sunday, March 20, 2005

POETRY

THE BIG BROWN HORSE
The wind blows the night is dark
The children sleep and "think" of better days
When father "lived" and rode the big brown horse!
What strength! was in thier father's face
Thier sleep was good so sound! so sure!

Thier mother, sleeps, and thinks, of better days
Her sleep then was so good, so sound, so sure!
when he "lived" and rode the big brown horse!
What strength she felt in thier father's face
What joy she felt in his embrace.

The wind blows!
The night is dark!
The children sleep and "think" of better days
When father "lived" and rode the big brown horse
The strength they smelt on thier father's face
When the sleep was good, so sound! so sure!

The wind blows!
The dogs bark!
The sheep move in a sleepy pen!
The horse winnyies and eats its hay!
The children "sleep" and think of better days!
When father "lived" and rode the big brown horse!
EDDIE DRIBBEN

THE DREAM,THE FARM
The Dream, The Hope, The Farm
Silver buckle!
On a good leather belt,
Good boots,
Hard fists,
Hat, The best keeps the rain, the sun, the heat out
A smile a laugh
Buy a farm some day.
EDDIE DRIBBEN

THE FORGE.
Forge heat is getting good
The coals are banked
The water makes the coke
The fires clean with no clinker
The irons turning to a golden red
The colour makes my heart and soul alive
The iron moves with the beat of my hammer
The irons alive,my hammer beats life into the iron, life into my heart, life into my soul.
EDDIE DRIBBEN


THE HOD CARRIER
The hod is wide and comes to a point
Mix!
Shoulders,Legs,Hips,Back,Arms,Hands on the hoe
Move the morter,
Smooth and Sure.
Shovel in hand,
Fill the hod,
Fill it High,
Fill it Quick and with pride,
To the point,
Bend the back and the knees
Twist the hips and the shoulders,
Lift the hod,
Move, Move, Move! From the trough,
Up the stairs that have no support,
Up the ladders,
Hands on the Hod,
The Heart Beats,
The Heart Pounds
Bend the Back,Shoulders,Knees
The morter slides from the Hod
The heart fells good
Its back in its place,
Move!Quick!to the trough
Load The Hod
The Hod is wide and comes to a point
It takes a man to carry the Hod
EDDIE DRIBBEN