Saturday, 14 August 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 161 OF 230

Poem 161 of 230:  AT THE CAPTAIN COOK BIRTHPLACE MUSEUM - SUMMER 2001

I listened and looked and read, then wrote,
    Within the guest-book, this succinct note:
“Aborigines - first there/worst off”…
    And received a “Rule, Britannia” cough.

(C) David Franks 2003

Friday, 13 August 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 162 OF 230

Poem 162 of 230:  TEES TO TYNE:  FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001

(TUNE:

E3 F#1 F#1 E3 D2 E3 F#1 F#3
F#3 G1 G1 A3 B2 A3 G1 G3
D2 G2 A1 A3 B2 B2 A1 A3
F#2 G2 A3 B2 B2 A3 A1-G3 G3

D2 D2 F#2 F#2 F#2-G2 F#2 E2 E2
E2 E2 E2 E2 F#3 E2 D1 D3)

Where traditions are not so rare;
    Sea, country and works scent the air;
A multitude of monuments,
    Planted tubs and patterned pavements.

(Whistle)

The longish pedestrian malls;
    The remnants of defensive walls;
Historic buildings are a gauge
    Of the respect for heritage.

(La)

Wheat, rape and pines in the fields;
    Estuaries guarded by shields;
Long sandy beaches, and wide scenes;
    Romantic-ruin go-betweens.

(Whistle)

Rivers, in parts, licked by trees,
    Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries,
And crossed by practical delights -
    Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.

(La)

Fine churches - headed at Durham;
    Football kits ad infinitum;
Kept castles - one for study;
    Masonry behind masonry.

(Whistle)

And, with moulding-works out that way,
It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?

(C) David Franks 2003
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Thursday, 12 August 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 163 OF 230

Poem 163 of 230:  ON A CLEAR DAY - SUMMER 2001

Far - the Lakelands behind Blackpool Tower;
    Well-ebbed - the ocean and estuary;
Odd - a sand-digger and lorries that cross;
    Tonal - the flats left by tidal power;
Patched - the grasses surviving the big tides;
    Plonked - the driftwood sprouted in other lands;
Clinging - the coastal flora to the dunes;
    Busy - the bees and folks on Southport rides.

(C) David Franks 2003

Wednesday, 11 August 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 164 OF 230

Poem 164 of 230:  BARROW-IN-FURNESS, SEEN WITH A PAL - SUMMER 2001

Forest, wind-farm, fell-views and sands behind,
    The train, while crossing Barrow’s waters,
Startled the swans and ducks bridge-side aligned.

Soon seen as we walked from the train station:
    Two huge jibs, each over its new warship;
And works - largest we’d viewed in the nation.

Neat roundabouts link busy dockside streets;
    In the docks, a foreign-flag submarine,
And, in the museum, miniature fleets.

A tasteful town-hall of pitted red stone;
    And, snap-viewed from a left-side train-window,
Furness Abbey ruins - on the way home.

(C) David Franks 2003

Tuesday, 10 August 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 165 OF 230

Poem 165 of 230:  HOLYHEAD AND SURROUNDS - SUMMER 2001

The vivid heaths backed by Snowdon,
    The water-filled “Giant’s Divots,”
And the keeps of kept construction.

The fast flows under Menai Bridge,
    The flat farmland of Anglesea,
And then Holyhead’s ground-round ridge.

Off the train, all Holyhead’s homes -
    Although varied in their structure -
Seemed matched to the ridge in their tones.

After the fortified church-grounds
    (Including Old Harbour vistas),
The museum ended my rounds.

(C) David Franks 2003

Monday, 9 August 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 166 OF 230

Poem 166 of 230:  COLOURFUL LLANDUDNO - SUMMER 2001

Seated within the Greenery,
    Looking up, from a plate of toast
(Reddened with beans and tomatoes),
    Along Chapel Street’s three-storey
Flats in white with red or yellow,
    Or white with a brown or a blue
(White with almost every hue),
    I thought:  “Colourful Llandudno.”

(C) David Franks 2003

Sunday, 8 August 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 167 OF 230

Poem 167 of 230:  WITHIN CHESTER CATHEDRAL’S CLOISTERS - SUMMER 2001

After a wall-view
    Of the neat city;
Off a square in squares,
    From a bronze statue,
Falling on a pool,
    Rippling out towards
Lilies, ferns and reeds:
    Water - sounding cool.

(C) David Franks 2003

Saturday, 7 August 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 168 OF 230

Poem 168 of 230:  ONCE CHURCHES - SUMMER 2001

Via modernist transformation:
    Another shopping site for Bolton,
A trendy new nightclub for Barrow -
    Sad symbols of our status quo.

(C) David Franks 2003

Friday, 6 August 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 169 OF 230

Poem 169 of 230:  PERFIDA GENS - SUMMER 2001

On the estate:
    Abuse by day,
Banging at night -
    Sleep wars, I’d say.

Attempts on a car:
    Repaired by day,
Inflamed at night -
    Revenge, I’d say.

A gran’s garden:
    Well-clipped by day,
Flame-scorched at night -
    Disgrace, I’d say.

Summing this up:
    As in Bede’s day,
Manners are free -
    Faithless, I’d say.

(C) David Franks 2003

Thursday, 5 August 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 170 OF 230

Poem 170 of 230:  TO RIVINGTON - SUMMER 2001

 Left, right, army guised,
    Up the road to Rivington -
Spent sycamore leaves.

(C) David Franks 2003