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Ruby Verge

Iodine line beneath red streak in sky
Time to rest heads and on pillows then lie
To breathe in the last air that spills from the blue
To slumber in darkness that’s covering you
For away to the west the ruby verge creeps
As the world in the east is now sound asleep

Ruby Verge

The George Of Stamford

Upon the stage post by the road
The Great North Road between
Old London Town and York up North
An old inn can be seen

A hostelry of some renown
Hotel of certain fame
A place where Kings have laid their head
As others have the same

Where once religious pilgrims stayed
Where knights were entertained
Where hospital and holy house
Were part as church ordained

Where time has come and time has gone
To lay a story bare
Through artefacts from history
Imbuing evening air

And now in cloistered quadrangle
Set ‘gainst this walk in time
The old inn bids each one that calls
A welcome quite sublime

The George at Stamford

 

Gardens of Surprises

There’s a garden set at Burghley
Just back from Stamford town
That’s full of joy and hidden gems
To lift you if you’re down

A garden stocked with wonder
Surprises and much more
With sights and sounds of pure delight
That you will so adore

From waterfalls to mirrored maze
To obelisks and rill
With statues, sculptures, Caesar busts
Exuding fun to thrill

A place to walk and wonder
With mysteries at heart
Where magic secrets are revealed
Amidst the works of art

Written following a visit to the Gardens of Surprises at Burghley House, Stamford, Lincolnshire UK.

Gardens of Suprises

 

Always

A dedication to those who served in the D-Day Landings (6th June 1944)

I will never forget you
Always; always there
The men that went to save us all
From tyranny; despair
Ahead the roaring Dakota
To bring about new light
A light that now shines luminously
Across the world tonight

I will never forget you
Always; Always true
On beach history surging forward
Yet for many their adieu
And you?  It cost everything
Past this world to the next
Your sacrifice; the final one
In a place so very vexed

I will never forget you
Always; Always young
At peace now from the cries of war
Your old age n’er to be sung
And me; I will remember well
The chaos and the pain
The costly price of freedom, may
It never be in vain

We will never forget you
Always ; always there
The men that went to save us all
From tyranny; despair
And let the lessons learnt stay true
The guns of war now cease
Uphold the light of soldiers in
Hope of a world at peace

Yesterday was the 70th anniversary of the D-Day landings in France.  BBC Radio Lincolnshire played a tape recording of four Veterans from the county through the day, Tony Blackman, Arthur Ernie Coville, Bernard John Hale and John Summerson.  It concluded “I want to go back to leave some of myself behind to the fallen lads that I knew – I shall always think about those that we left behind – always” 

We will remember them – always.

Lest We Forget

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them

Tweet Meet

At a certain time each month
A flock descends to meet
Birds of a certain feather
Who frequently do tweet

Putting social into media
To share a thing or two
The nest – a place convenient
The mix some old; some new

To network and to natter
And all with due respect
To introduce to others
The face of LincsConnect

#LincsConnect is a hashtag on twitter that links Lincolnshire businesses, charities and individuals in a collaboration to raise the profile of each member using the hashtag through retweets and mutually spreading the word.

Once a month they meet up to put the social back into social media. If you’re in Lincolnshire join us by tagging your tweets #LincsConnect and if you’re not why not do something similar in your area.

Yellowbelly

Now see that yellowbelly imp
A-running through the fields
A throwing tates ‘bout here and there
With cabbage leaf for shield

And knobby greens to munch on
With cheeky glint in eye
This little imp all mischievous
To catch those passing by

For then he’ll go and poach you
Attach right to your heart
And draw you into Lincolnshire
From whence you’ll n’er depart

For yellowbelly fever will
Just catch you and keep hold
With love for land of open skies
The fens’ and dales’ pure gold

*Yellowbelly is the colloquial term for a person from Lincolnshire (UK).  The origin of the name is disputed but to find out a bit more click here

Lincolnshire flag

Lincolnshire flag (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Swan Song

A swan song cut so very short
As bird capitulates
With early flight to heaven’s skies
Bereft of living state

For muted tonics fade into
The realm of softer tones
On wing of wind forever there
Away now all alone

And sweetness of the final song
Now drifts on distant breeze
As graceful swan departs this earth
To swim eternal seas

In memory of a deceased swan that we found in a lay-by today.  So very sad.

Swan Song

Photograph courtesy of BenDJ Photography

Grantham Gingerbread

Run, run, as fast as you can
Hop to it, sprint, to catch the van
That sends out treats from days gone by
With secret that will not deny
Such yumminess caught in a box
For still not caught by any fox
These little men are baked with glee
A scrumptious biscuit with your tea
So stated and revealed it’s said
They are the Grantham gingerbread!

A muse on the delicious gingerbread biscuit from Grantham, Lincolnshire, UK.  You have to try these!  So why not visit Grantham Gingerbread and get your box today! YUM! :)

grantham gingerbread

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