THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).
THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL
THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.
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MELTHAM'S REVERENT SON
(The Ballad of a Yorkshire Lad)
Away on Yorkshire's bounds,
Within the Pennine Hills,
A piece between the valleys and the rivers;
Obscure in Yorkshire's grounds
With ghosts of ancient mills,
In every way the ambience delivers.
To live there as a child
Amidst the moors and woods,
To thrive within a place where nature nurture's;
To learn Natura's truth
And be thankful for her goods,
To worship in the many parish churches.
To sing beside the choir
With family and friends,
To be there and be stronger than the test;
To range within the flock
And then wind back the clock
And envisage how your bygone days were blessed.
To win your daily crust
As you traverse through your story,
Governed by so many salient factors;
To bestow your family's trust
In a place of craftsman's glory
Applying special skills creating tractors.
But the die of life was cast
As often is the case,
The font of man's employment peeled it's knell;
The good days did not last ~
Disappeared without a trace,
The tolling of the futile, closing bell.
Though from the ashes of the past
A reflection will remain,
To celebrate the gemstone in the hills;
A time when you can now, at last,
Poignant thoughts retain,
Everything that anamnesis instils.
ASJ
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Author:
ASJ (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 3rd, 2019 16:57
- Comment from author about the poem: - A tribute to R.D.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Wonderful write Alan and unfortunately this could now apply to many industries throughout the country. The ghosts of those fonts will be there for many a year.
Andy
Thanks for your message Andy. Good to hear from you.
Ex animo, Alan
A fine write there Alan.
Erm, my ballad was gonna be on 'A walk through town and visit to the the Co-op!' It won't sound very country-like though! lol.
Hello Steve. You're fortunate to have a Co-op left standing. And the only corner shop left is the one on Coronation St. (if that's still there).
Kind regards, Alan
Ahh thanks Alan. A bit sneaky - a very expensive Co-op appeared near some new houses. I mean - a large carton of milk cost about 50% more expensive than another shop elsewhere. I did not buy from there. We have a 99p shop, as well as a Poundland Shop. I always go to 99p shop - do I?! The £1 shop is so expensive! lol. Is my middle name Scrooge?
I feel I could set this to a hymn-poem - or call it a song-poem with a hymn tune - if you wish? I may use 6.6.11. metre, plus 12 lines per stanza (unusual!). Not not the easiest metre, but you've done the poem, the framework to it, already! I aim to alter it as little as possible.
I'm honoured and humbled Steve. Please use any words you wish. I, of course, look forward to reading the work of a hexpert wordsmith. Good luck.
Kind regards, Alan
thanks Alan. I won't hex ya. The only hex will be in relation to 'hex-agon' (them 6 syllable lines!).
This fits about 98% to the 6.6.11. metre I have in mind, to set this to song. Wow! I have very little adjustment to do.
Sounds good to me Steve. I'll just call you Mr. 2% then?
Look forward to seeing your handywork.
Kind regards, Alan
I plan to base it on a hymn tune with12 lines per stanza - phew! Most unusual for a hymn layout. I only know one such tune, but it's a folk-style tune. The author only wrote 2 verses to it. Not surprised! he may have been all at sixes and elevenses!
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