Tuesday, 14 June 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 61 OF 230

Poem 61 of 230:  WORSLEY VILLAGE

Where earliest of coal-canals meet,
    And have their waters ochred
By the seepage of old-deep-mine earth;
    Where mock-Tudor is a treat,
And classic boats are newly coated
    At dry-docks, before rebirth;

Where miners made tough risky efforts,
    Working seams for hours non-stop -
Cramped, often without the room to stand;
    Where security experts
Now fill the Nailmakers Workshop,
    On a canal-made island;

Where offices come from granaries,
    And granaries from a forge -
Wheel-powered through a brook’s tillage;
    Where coal moved down arteries,
And sandstone was quarried to a gorge:
    Lies antique Worsley Village.

(C) David Franks 2003

Monday, 13 June 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 62 OF 230

Poem 62 of 230:  BIT OF EACH

By coach then bus, from Manchester,
    A fine place I did reach -
The Birmingham Botanical
    Gardens and Glasshouses install
A little bit of each:

The nation’s bonsai collection;
    A cottage and garden;
There’s neatly-cut lawn-tennis courts;
    Aquatics, ferns, other plant sorts;
And art for a bargain.

(C) David Franks 2003























Sunday, 12 June 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 63 OF 230

Poem 63 of 230:  ON YORK AND CHESTER

Each with a strong city-wall,
    York and Chester I would call -
Neatly conservational.

(C) David Franks 2003

York; April 2014

Saturday, 11 June 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 64 OF 230

Poem 64 of 230:  LIVERPOOL

Caught a train, along a long-used line,
    From Manchester to Liverpool.
On that day the weather was fine:
    Sunny - just a little bit cool.
There, I purchased a Walkabout Guide,
    Marked some sights, and headed outside.

As usual when first at such a place,
    I walked to the main art-gallery,
The central mall, and the garden space;
    Then headed down to the wide Mersey.
There, from ferry, I viewed the skyline -
    A good sturdy cityscape, for mine.

(C) David Franks 2003

Between Manchester and Liverpool; 25/1/17

The guide I used that day

The modern mall; 20/7/2017

A bowl of Scouse; 25/1/2017

Unique garden space, near the Hilton; 20/7/17

Ferry on the wide Mersey; 20/7/2017

The Three Graces; 20/7/2017

Friday, 10 June 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 65 OF 230

Poem 65 of 230:  NORTH WALES

“Hills meeting sea”
    Proclaims to me
“Good scenery.”

And it’s views of North Wales,
    Both sides of the train-rails,
Whereupon this thought hails.

(C) David Franks 2003

North of the train-rails, Wales; 5/6/2017

Other side of the train-rails, Wales; 5/6/2017

North Wales from a train window; 5/6/17

North Wales; 5/6/2017

A North Wales links; 5/6/2017

Hills meeting sea, North Wales; 5/6/17

Thursday, 9 June 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 66 OF 230

Poem 66 of 230:  TO SCOTLAND, AGAIN

By coach from central Manchester -
    In-between stops at Bolton,
Carlisle, and Hamilton -
    To Glasgow, these are sights I saw...

Some sheep (blotched vividly with blue),
    Filing down a well-worn path,
Did form a long woolly-lath,
    Aimed at a lusher greener hue.

A farmer on a four-wheeler -
    His canine friend close beside;
A horse not on call to ride:
    On leave - a no-shoe non-heeler!

Convex pastures with heath-moorland;
    And flatter grain-plains below:
Cropped, awaiting till-and-sow -
    Perhaps with grazing beforehand.

Passed Edwin Waugh territory,
    Cumbria’s sharp forms and tones
Compelled sense, off seat-cramped bones,
    To their well-honed long-read story.

Further north, farms of slighter falls:
    One a black-sheep specialist,
With some Friesians on the list -
    All held between old dry-stone-walls.

The Lakes behind, a strong Scotch mist
    Changed the Sun to a full-moon
And hid scenery, till soon -
    Light, and the wide scenes on Burns’ list.

New farms harnessing the wind’s blow,
    Old white-and-grey-cottage views;
Plus pines, espousing the hues -
    In distinct leaf-tones - of Glasgow.

(C) David Franks 2003

Wednesday, 8 June 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 67 OF 230

Poem 67 of 230:  AT A POND

By habit,
    At a pond,
I'd look down
    Into it,
With the wish
    Of finding
Signs of life -
    Like goldfish.

At Glasgow’s
    Botanic
Gardens neat,
    There echoes
Such a wish,
    In the form
Of a fern
    In a dish -

With nice fish.
    (These days, though,
Native-ponds
    Are my wish.)

(C) David Franks 2003

Singapore Botanic Gardens; October 2013

1 of many street-side ponds in Bangkok, Oct. 2012

Bangkok, October 2012

Tuesday, 7 June 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 68 OF 230

Poem 68 of 230:  ENGLISH CHILDREN’S 1,2,3

One in our mild summer,
    Two for autumn and spring,
Three in the cold months of winter -
    About quilts we’re talking.

(C) David Franks 2003

Monday, 6 June 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 69 OF 230

Poem 69 of 230:  ENGLAND’S T.V.

With some high notes
    (From wiser votes),
Much of, sadly,
    England’s T.V. -
Notably soaps -
    Almost promotes
Deviancy,
    It seems to me.

(C) David Franks 2003

Sunday, 5 June 2011

WALKABOUTSVERSE 70 OF 230

Poem 70 of 230:  THE OLD DART

                                              The
                                        F i l t h y
                                  Street posters
                           (Youth are viewers):
                     Girls drugged or posed so
                   ( How low business can go ) .
                Gays  -  yes;   but  a  surrogate-
            Kid for gays   -   that we tolerate ?
     A Prime Minister now forced to preach -
What tolerance-rung do some aim to reach?
     Long returned, I think it’s gone too far
            And youth are beginning to scar .
                 L e s s      i n d i v i d u a l i s m ;
                     R  e  g  u  l  a  t  i  o  n  i  s  m;
                          And  some  old  values
                               We  all  could  use .
                                   From my heart,
                                        R e s t a r t,
                                              ‘Dart.

(C) David Franks 2003