THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
(Tad early this week, as I'll be at the Rothbury Traditional Music
Festival tomorrow.)

Poem 16 of 230:  A BEAUTIFUL STAGE

If a couple, with plans to wed,
    Asked me, off the top of my head,
For somewhere I thought well in tune
    As a place for a honeymoon,
It would have - flashing back - to be
    Beautifully-honed Italy.

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On Jul 2, 9:30 am, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
> Footnote - I've just posted a recording of "Lancashire Sung Simply" onhttp://www.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse
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> On Jun 27, 6:37 pm, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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> > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
> > (A tad early this week, as I'm off to the Durham Traditional Music
> > Festival tomorrow)
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> > Poem 136 of 230: LANCASHIRE SUNG SIMPLY
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> > Lancashire:
> > Cut by rivers, met by sea;
> > Patched by farmland,
> > Mills and other industry.
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> > Lancashire:
> > With your Pennine boundary;
> > Steeped in hist'ry,
> > Through your buildings, there to see.
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> > Lancashire:
> > Where, through Graces, moorlands be;
> > Wooded parklands,
> > Flowered gardens - kept neatly.
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> > Lancashire:
> > Red Rose County, God's blessed thee.
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> > Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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> > On Jun 21, 8:55 am, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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> > > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
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> > > Poem 195 of 230: MUSING ON WIMBLEDON - SUMMER 2002
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> > > 2001 got somewhat cheeky,
> > >     So, on my T.V., I was pleased to see
> > > Old-fashioned etiquette about the net...
> > >     But oh! to get among the coaching set.
>
> > > Thus, here is a feature that I'd teach:
> > >     Two-hands each side – either off when can't reach.
> > > And, as for thoughts on pay, I do not say
> > >     "Amateur play" but "spread-out the outlay."
>
> > > Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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> > > On Jun 14, 9:10 am, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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> > > > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
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> > > > Poem 204 of 230:  ON FISHING REGULATION
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> > > > It’s not just what’s taken
> > > >     That needs regulation:
> > > > Alive, caught fish suffer -
> > > >     Sometimes, right till supper;
> > > > And, when some fish are farmed,
> > > >     Homing instincts are harmed.
> > > > But to most it’s insane
> > > >     To fret over such pain -
> > > > Though as much to a dog
> > > >     Would leave many agog.
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> > > > Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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> > > > On Jun 7, 10:12 am, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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> > > > > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
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> > > > > Poem 229 of 230:  JOYS OF LIFE
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> > > > > Leightons, and other great art;
> > > > >     Plumes of fireworks at night;
> > > > > The vivid reds of sunrise -
> > > > >     Repeated at day’s last light.
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> > > > > The beats through us of a drum;
> > > > >     Winter’s sun felt through closed glass;
> > > > > Handing in the last exam;
> > > > >     Awakenings – alarmless!
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> > > > > The ball off thee whacks their net;
> > > > >     When to palms leather has stuck;
> > > > > Orange juice during half-time;
> > > > >     A warm bath to wash the muck.
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> > > > > Viewing set-over cricket;
> > > > >     A golf ball, for once, well struck;
> > > > > Viewing velodrome cycling;
> > > > >     From net-chord, levelling luck!
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> > > > > Sticks, chants, didgeridoo,
> > > > >     Haunting harps, and all bagpipes;
> > > > > Clog, flamenco, tamure,
> > > > >     Hula, and other dance types.
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> > > > > Out, by a cast, being told;
> > > > >     In - taking tea and T.V.;
> > > > > Highland views that command rest;
> > > > >     The buildings of Italy.
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> > > > > Thrifty plant-propagation;
> > > > >     By a wave one’s body hit;
> > > > > Upstream of camp - with paddle;
> > > > >     By a fire - strongly lit.
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> > > > > Forest spent-leaves under foot;
> > > > >     Tasting a host-nation’s fare;
> > > > > Alcedo atthis at work;
> > > > >     Just bills being brought to bear.
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> > > > > Allegros when feeling low;
> > > > >     An andante to wind down;
> > > > > Spoken French and chorused song;
> > > > >     The quiet when out of town.
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> > > > > A stroll through a kept garden,
> > > > >     Before Sunday’s roast dinner;
> > > > > A pub game, drink and meal;
> > > > >     One’s team a comeback winner.
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> > > > > Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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> > > > > On May 31, 11:09 am, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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> > > > > > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
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> > > > > > Poem 112 of 230:  FROM AN ECCLES FLAT - SPRING 2000
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> > > > > > The bedroom window’s southerly views
> > > > > >     Contained allotters paying their dues -
> > > > > > All kinds of veg. brought to fruition,
> > > > > >     And youngsters receiving tuition;
> > > > > > Starlings and sparrows I’d often see -
> > > > > >     On a roof or a nearby tree;
> > > > > > And, in a distant poplar perched high,
> > > > > >     The large twiggy nest of a magpie;
> > > > > > In spring, daisies would yellow the floor -
> > > > > >     Matched by Forsythias, grown next door;
> > > > > > Behind terraces, a moony crest -
> > > > > >     The Dome of the new Trafford complex;
> > > > > > And the moon itself, in the right spot,
> > > > > >     Would light the night’s clouds up quite a lot.
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> > > > > > The kitchen window’s northerly views
> > > > > >     Included an agent selling news;
> > > > > > A butcher struggling with position -
> > > > > >     Much sunlight aimed at his nutrition;
> > > > > > And a popular English chippie -
> > > > > >     Mashed peas and red sauce on top, for me;
> > > > > > White gulls dotting a sombre grey sky,
> > > > > >     Plus light- and large-aircraft flying by;
> > > > > > Walkers and traffic would make a roar -
> > > > > >     At peak travel hours all the more;
> > > > > > Handsomely-set skies toward the west
> > > > > >     As the day’s sun took its nightly rest;
> > > > > > And a bucket-pond and ivy plot,
> > > > > >     That, on a shoestring, I loved a lot.
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> > > > > > Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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> > > > > > On May 23, 7:08 pm, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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> > > > > > > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G
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> > > > > > > (A tad early this time, as I'm off to the Hexham Gathering tomorrow.)
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> > > > > > > Poem-come-song 111 of 230: THE MERSEY AT DIDSBURY - SPRING 2000
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> > > > > > > Took bus one-four-three,
> > > > > > >     From Piccadilly,
> > > > > > > Along Oxford Road;
> > > > > > >     Passed the old uni’s,
> > > > > > > Those shops with saris,
> > > > > > >     And my first abode.
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> > > > > > > At Didsbury Village,
> > > > > > >     The Old Parsonage
> > > > > > > Looked neat, and gave sound,
> > > > > > >     As I walked the way,
> > > > > > > At about midday,
> > > > > > >     To a Mersey mound.
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> > > > > > > From atop this bank,
> > > > > > >     No longer a blank
> > > > > > > Was the strong river,
> > > > > > >     Nor the wide fairways -
> > > > > > > Where I’d filled two days,
> > > > > > >     Twelve years earlier.
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> > > > > > > I then headed back,
> > > > > > >     On Stenner Woods’ track
> > > > > > > (Hearing more birdsong,
> > > > > > >     And seeing mossed stumps
> > > > > > > Plus well-layered clumps),
> > > > > > >     To a human throng.
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> > > > > > > This throng was viewing -
> > > > > > >     Justly pursuing -
> > > > > > > The smart Rock Gardens,
> > > > > > >     Sloped on Fletcher Moss,
> > > > > > > Which I, too, did cross,
> > > > > > >     Before homeward wends.
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> > > > > > > Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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> > > > > > > On May 10, 10:14 am, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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> > > > > > > > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
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> > > > > > > > With talk about the unbeatable "big four" in our news, it's worth
> > > > > > > > remembering that, not so long ago, club football in England was mostly-
> > > > > > > > locals in MEANIGFUL competition...
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> > > > > > > > Poem 98 of 230:  REREGULATE
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> > > > > > > > One Premier world-eleven v.
> > > > > > > >     Another such company,
> > > > > > > > Or wage-caps and say half each-club’s squad
> > > > > > > >     From the local-junior pod?
> > > > > > > > And, perhaps, heed the cricket-fan's call
> > > > > > > >     To convert to county-football..?
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> > > > > > > > Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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> > > > > > > > On May 3, 9:25 am, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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> > > > > > > > > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
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> > > > > > > > > With local elections just held here in England, my outlook remains
> > > > > > > > > much the same...
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> > > > > > > > > Poem 135 of 230:  ON THE 2001 ELECTION
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> > > > > > > > > Morally Tory;
> > > > > > > > >     Economically
> > > > > > > > > Old Labour:
> > > > > > > > >     Cold waiver.
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> > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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> > > > > > > > > On Apr 26, 4:13 pm, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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> > > > > > > > > > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
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> > > > > > > > > > (About 20 years ago, I was passing through Checkpoint Charlie.)
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> > > > > > > > > > Poem 17 of 230: THROUGH WHAT WAS
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> > > > > > > > > > During Europe’s summer, ‘88,
> > > > > > > > > >     At a wall my bag was checked:
> > > > > > > > > > A brief smile at what gave it weight;
> > > > > > > > > >     Sun-cream lid back - mood unwrecked.
> > > > > > > > > > I walked past plain buildings and cars,
> > > > > > > > > >     And entered a small food-store.
> > > > > > > > > > Its goods were plain, also: no sweet bars;
> > > > > > > > > >     The essentials - not much more.
> > > > > > > > > > As I bought crispbread, with money changed,
> > > > > > > > > >     A row began, at counter,
> > > > > > > > > > Between two, it seemed, Germans estranged -
> > > > > > > > > >     Clothes, to me, the sole pointer.
> > > > > > > > > > I headed back through the wall that was,
> > > > > > > > > >     Then signed a reunion book.
> > > > > > > > > > Reflecting, I’m happy/sad because
> > > > > > > > > >     The Left-cause, too, has been shook.
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> > > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
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> > > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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> > > > > > > > > > On Apr 19, 11:07 am, walkaboutsverse  wrote:
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> > > > > > > > > > > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
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> > > > > > > > > > > (They say most attempts at commedy are aimed at someone - here I aim
> > > > > > > > > > > squarely at myself.)
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> > > > > > > > > > > Poem 14 of 230:  NIGHT OR DAY?
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> > > > > > > > > > > In the far north of Sweden,
> > > > > > > > > > >     A "Land of the Midnight Sun,”
> > > > > > > > > > > A strange thing chanced upon me -
> > > > > > > > > > >     And I’ll tell you, just for fun.
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