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Basic Poetry.


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swindon wilts
Alfred Williams...the Hammerman poet wrote this poem...i love it because you could almost be in his little cottage in South Marston nr Swindon.
A hammerman at the local railworks he is remembered more for his writing than poetry.
Apologies for banging on about Alfred...he is an inspiration to me but this is the poem.

Sweet simple poverty,
How i love to see,
The humble labourers poor and homely fare,
The rustic firesides cheerful ruddy glare,
The blazing logs sawn from my own woodland tree.

The singing kettle,spouting furiously,
The husband returns to the good wifes care,
The gold tinted loaf and the steaming ware,
And infant perched on fathers knee.
And all are seated at the frugal board.

And hear the chosen compliment addrest,
The general happiness so well exprest,
The fond endearment and loving words,
Parents and child mutually adored,
And finally peaceful slumber and balmy rest.

Six working days doing twelve hours a day......no wonder he treasured his family,food and rest.

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