DEAR ANCESTOR
Your tombstone stands among the rest, Neglected and alone. The name and date are chiselled out, unpolished marble stone. It reaches out to all who cares. It is too late to mourn. You did not know that I exist, You … Read More
Your tombstone stands among the rest, Neglected and alone. The name and date are chiselled out, unpolished marble stone. It reaches out to all who cares. It is too late to mourn. You did not know that I exist, You … Read More
Nathan Staniforth wrote: Through my Staniforth surname study I’ve had the opportunity to meet many distant cousins from as far afield as America and Australia, I just received a poem from a woman in Massachusetts that descends from one of … Read More
“INSIDE OF ME” There is a left side, a right side, A front and a back, A top, a bottom and an outside too, But where o’ where is the inside of me. Deep it lies ‘neath all … Read More
‘CHATSWORTH’ Chatsworth, home of Lords and Ladies, Peaceful haven from an outside fades. The house stands alone, majestic and royal, Built on foundations of sweat and toil. All around, sights and sounds are kind, Looking and listening will rest … Read More
“THE MOSS” We travel far and wide across the countryside, Strolling thro’ historic villages and quiet country parks. Wander by rivers fast flowing and wide And yet I will say – the river Moss is my pride. It … Read More
NEVER FEAR DAM This Dam was worked by the Haslam’s of Ridgeway. The story of how it got its strange name is best told in the poem by one of the local children. “Working, working, always working trying … Read More
My scythe and hammer lie reclined My bellows too have lost their wind. My Iron is spent, My Steel is gone. My Scythes are set, my work is done, My fires extinct, my forge decayed My body in the dust … Read More
Lines on the death of Alfred Williamson who Lost his Life in a gallant attempt to save three children from drowning at Plumbley Colliery. March 16th, 1895 DEATH has been busy in our midst, And borne away a friend: And … Read More
In 1905 George Foster, son of a Blacksmith published a small book of poems from his home in Cadman Street Mosbrough. We reprint a few verses from his poem “the Village Sycamore”. This ancient tree stood until the 1950’s opposite … Read More
Station Road Mosborough Sheffield Dear Reader, I hope you will find these Poems profitable and interesting. I am very sorry I cannot afford to sell them at a cheaper rate. Having had only a few copies printed has caused … Read More