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Chelsea budded and burst and bloomed
Broadcast to countless living rooms
Inspired across the County and wanting to have a go
We planted and weeded and clipped and sewed
How many will sprout into gardeners and still, be around next year,
While the rest of tend to the sofa and water ourselves with beer?
Without warning
Life so neatly packed
Beginnings and endings
Christenings and weddings
Easy to keep your bearings
A calendar, a PDA
Organise your life, Structure your day.
Then without appointment or booking
In a split second when no one is looking
The plot rearranges and everything changes
A hunt for lost treasure,
No map and no guide.
The years trundle on,
The hope stays alive.
The Internet, satellite and CCTV
They make it no clearer just where you might be.
The heart is a compass, love is a sail,
The voyage goes on, until truth prevails.
So where do you go when each stone seems turned,
When you’ve come to the end of each lead you’ve learned?
Tell me how do you go on with everyday living,
When a piece of your soul and family is missing?
Morris Dancing
In Russia they squat the Cossack, with furry boots and hats
It may well look impressive, but we’re having none of that
The Scottish folk they nimbly nip between some sharpened swords
That’s far to serious for us, we’d probably get bored
In Trinidad they Limbo, which is really rather sexy
But on the streets of Gloucestershire the neighbours would get tetchy
No the English dance is genteel, as we skip and wave and spin
Be proud be proud to be English, Hurrah for Morris Dancing!
Be proud be proud to be English
As you whack each others sticks
Be proud, be proud to be English
As you jingle those bells and skip
Be proud be proud to be English
Wave your handkerchief in the air, (like you just don’t care)
Be proud be proud to be English
Stamp your feet with flare
Foreign trips and fancy dances, really aren’t my thing
I’m staying here with a pint my hand and watching the Morris Dancing.
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Over the years, of which there are getting to be quite a few, Alison Brumfitt has performed her unique, insightful and humorous brand of poetry around the Country including: Glastonbury, Leicester, Swindon, Ledbury, Cheltenham and Henley Festivals. She lives in Oxfordshire and performs there quite a lot, which cuts down on travelling. She likes Kinda Surprise Eggs, Whiskey and silly dancing.
