Poems from Francis Cooper - Mac
Neath Olde Southern Cross......
‘Neath olde Southern Cross
sparkling stars
show a radiant view,
for we will stand
in this brand-new...
Mister!
Mister!
Could you please stop to listen?
What’s left for me that I can give away?
Because slowly, ever so slowly,
Each piece...
Girl Raised In The City.....
For my mother
Who indeed was a girl raised in the city.......
Newspaper headlines of the day
Screaming...
A Heritage In The Sky.....
In days of yore
And in times before,
My God
Had already predestined for me,
To be a man of the cloth
Not...
Victor, Victor.....
Victor, Victor
a son of a pioneer past,
and when the war drums
began a slow rhythmical beat,
and the loud pitched...