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(3 July 1871 – 26 September 1940 / Monmouthshire / Wales)

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  • George Sullivan (11/12/2013 4:18:00 PM)

    'Sheep' by W H Davies, submitted by George Sullivan 12 Nov 13
    WHEN I was once in Baltimore,
    A man came up to me and cried,
    “Come, I have eighteen hundred sheep,
    And we will sail on Tuesday’s tide.

    “If you will sail with me, young man,
    I’ll pay you fifty shillings down;
    These eighteen hundred sheep I take
    From Baltimore to Glasgow town.”

    He paid me fifty shillings down,
    I sailed with eighteen hundred sheep;
    We soon had cleared the harbour’s mouth,
    We soon were in the salt sea deep.

    The first night we were out at sea
    Those sheep were quiet in their mind;
    The second night they cried with fear —
    They smelt no pastures in the wind,

    They sniffed, poor things, for their green fields,
    They cried so loud I could not sleep:
    For fifty thousand shillings down
    I would not sail again with sheep.

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  • Lefty Profane (10/29/2012 4:42:00 PM)

    The man could see a century into the future. What a pitch perfect description of the Obama economic plan: Poor men need not go up so much as rich men should come down. Shared misery. Amen.

  • George Sullivan (1/22/2011 12:05:00 PM)

    Can the poem 'Sheep' by W H Davies be published on this site?

The Villain

While joy gave clouds the light of stars,
That beamed wher'er they looked;
And calves and lambs had tottering knees,
Excited, while they sucked;
While every bird enjoyed his song,
Without one thought of harm or wrong--
I turned my head and saw the wind,
Not far from where I stood,
Dragging the corn by her golden hair,

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