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mad alice
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 England
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 Posted - 21 May 2009 : 9:56:09 PM
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Have you heard the new poet laureate is Carol-Ann Duffy! In her honor I though we might try and write a poem? Any one fance adding a line or two? It can be about what ever you feel like.
Here goes then:
I have a great ambition,
that's a buring within me
it is to write and recite
some lovely poetry!
To follow in the footsteps
of the poetess Pam Ayres.............
Over to you guys!
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Edited by - mad alice on 21 May 2009 9:57:39 PM
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Mrs Vlacq
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Wales
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Posted - 22 May 2009 : 12:47:20 AM
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Pam used to ride a coloured horse,
Huntsman was his name.
She would gallop across Port Meadow,
hanging on to his long mane.
They would paddle in the river
and race the Oxford trains,
This was in her younger days
Befor those aches and pains.
This is actually true, I knew Pam when she came to ride her aunts horse in Wolvercote, befor she went into the R.A.F. |
    
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mad alice
Gold Member
England
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Posted - 22 May 2009 : 06:35:24 AM
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....To follow in the footsteps
of the poetess Pam eyres
never forgetting to clean my teeth
as i climb to bed, upstairs...
As i snuggle up each night
with my head under the covers
and slip into a dream state
where i dream about........? |
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gossy
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England
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Posted - 22 May 2009 : 08:21:12 AM
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i was once likened to her, not a compliment i think.me thinks it was more my accent as oppose to looks my lover.
The boy stood on the burning bridge
his legs were all a quiver
he gave a cough,his leg fell off
and floated down the river. |
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Montikka
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United Kingdom
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Posted - 22 May 2009 : 12:57:32 PM
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Mrs Vlacq, I am so delighted to read of someone else who knows Port Meadow. I grew up in Wolvercote and kept my ponies there and was very good friends with Pam niece (Dawn).
The Meadow was such a wonderfully natural way for the horses to live; apart from all colts having to be gelded by one year of age, they lived in herds and we would have to walk miles (often carrying our tack) to find them.
We too would race the trains, and swim the horses across the Thames. Once a year all the gates would be padlocked and the following morning we would join in the 'round-up'. All horses and cows we driven (by us 'cowboys') off the Meadow, along the road to the Nunnery, where people could go to claim them and the illegal grazers would be fined. We then went for a slap-up breakfast in the village hall with the Mayor Was great getting the morning off school.
Sorry to go on...but it's such a magical place, btw - did you know Ethney Thornton, she kept some rather nice Arabs there.
Happy days!
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Mrs Vlacq
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Posted - 22 May 2009 : 11:07:39 PM
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Small world Louise, I was born in Wolvercote and lived there until I was 26. I bought my first arabs from Ethne Thronton. her foundation lines are still here. I too did the roundup and the Ham n Eggs breakfast. My first pony was Smokey and he lived on the meadow.
Also did naughty things like ride over rainbow bridge and jump the fallen trees by torch light, how mad was that. |
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