Norman Rowland Gale

(1862-1942 / England)

Norman Rowland Gale Poems

1. The Hidden Wealth 1/3/2003
2. The Great Beech 1/3/2003
3. A Prayer 1/3/2003
4. To My Brothers 1/1/2004
5. This Peach Is Pink With Such A Pink 1/3/2003
6. Wages 4/13/2010
7. Content 1/1/2004
8. Most Anglers Are Very Humane 1/3/2003
9. A Dead Friend 1/1/2004
10. Song - Wait But A Little While 1/1/2004
11. Cricket On The Hearth 1/3/2003
12. An Orchard Dance 1/3/2003
13. Holy Ground 1/3/2003
14. Dawn And Dark 1/1/2004
15. Cicely Bathing 1/3/2003
16. The Golden Game 4/13/2010
17. Oiling 4/13/2010
18. A Priest 1/1/2004
19. My Country Love 1/3/2003
20. The Fairy Book 4/13/2010
21. Bees 1/3/2003
22. The First Kiss 1/1/2004
23. On Seeing A Train Start For The Seaside 1/3/2003
24. The Decimal Point 1/3/2003
25. The Amateur Photographer 1/3/2003
26. The Country Faith 1/1/2004
27. Bartholomew 4/13/2010
28. Old Letters 1/3/2003
29. The Ballade Of The Glutton 1/3/2003
30. Golf Steals Our Youth 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Norman Rowland Gale

Golf Steals Our Youth

Have you seen the golfers airy
Prancing forth to their vagary,
Just as frisky in their gaiters
As a flock of Grecian Satyrs,
Looking everything heroic,
And magnificently stoic,
In a dress of such a pattern
As would fright the good God Saturn?

Have you heard them curse the sparrow
Fit to freeze your inmost marrow,
When the ball, that should be flitting,
On the grass remaineth sitting?
Have you watched their cheerful scrambles
In the soft and soothing brambles
While the foe, elate and sneering,
Passes gradually from hearing? ...

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Old Letters

Last night some yellow letters fell
From out a scrip I found by chance;
Among them was the silent ghost,
The spirit of my first romance:
And in a faint blue envelope
A withered rose long lost to dew
Bore witness to the dashing days
When love was large and wits were few.

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