northern brewA Poem by Ben WalkerSometimes
in life we cry and frown Some times in life we get quite down But there’s one sure thing that will cheer us up It’s milky and brown and comes in a cup I drink it at least three times a day For me it’s really the only way I brew it black and add the milk My body turns soft and feels like silk I’m a bloody brit and I love my tea But it makes me have to pee But I don’t care I love it so On a cold winters day right out the snow I come from the North, its hard here at times But the call of tea is like beckoning chimes We’re the home of earl grey my lord and saviour And I drink his tea, I sit back and to savour When I come off the toon I drink my brew It raises my heart stops me feeling blue I want the world to
realise this fantastic gift Of a hot warm brew after a grafting shift. © 2013 Ben WalkerReviews
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Added on August 5, 2013Last Updated on August 5, 2013 AuthorBen WalkerNewcastle, Forest Hall, United KingdomAboutYoung new writer from Newcastle, England - looking for advice and critique - I'm in the process of trying to develop my own style and I'm completely and utterly enjoying the journey. *************.. more..Writing
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