Some days I wake and feel quite blessed
at home up in the cold Northwest.
In Buxton, to be more precise.
(that land of sun-storm-cloud-snow-ice)
The locals are a hardy breed,
Buxtonian, in class and creed.
A cruder crowd you never saw:
uncouth, uncultured, rude and raw.
A timid herd, a tad obtuse,
quaint oddities out on the loose.
(But being bungled, botched and broke
makes them uncomplicated folk.)
Deep down, though, they're like you and me:
sad ships upon a stormy sea,
windswept, beneath a darkling dome,
all Eden’s orphans, far from home.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 26th, 2020 09:12
- Comment from author about the poem: a poem about my hometown of Buxton, in the High Peak, Derbyshire.
- Category: Humor
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Good Afternoon Kevin - Brian Here - Thanks for a very Charming Poem on one of our fave Towns in England ! You have telt it exactly like it is - Unpretentious but Understated. WE both (Angela is my Wife of two Months !) love G & S. I used to visit (every Year with Friends) for the G & S Festival ! WE stayed in a B B on t*other side of Park and walked over each Afternoon & Evening for the Shows ~ Participating in the Chorus in the late show. Alas it has moved to Harrowgate (Yorks) but we have never visited the New Venue. We love the whole of the Peak District - especially the Blue John Mines & Chatsworth & Bakewell especially the Bakewell Show & the (edible) Tarts ! Thanks for a trip down Memory Lane !
Blessings & Joy to You & Buxton
Love Brain & Angela & Smokey
Please check our site. Thanks A & B & S !
Sounds a lot like the hardy unpolished natives of my home town in the warm southwest--Maxwell, Texas!
Sounds like a great place with great people, I have been there once, stayed overnight on my way further north to go to a conference for work.
Andy
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