Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

It’s the penultimate headtorch run of the year,
The usual format: dash up a hill, then drink beer,
We all start off in scenic Appletreewick,
The usual faces: Grifter, Millipede, Brett and Stick

Along the flowing Wharfe we all trot,
Then up to Simon’s Seat, that’s our spot,
Me and Millipede plod along at the back,
Enjoying post Hobble gossip, savouring the craic

To let everyone through, I open a gate,
And up in the trees there’s an owl calling its mate,
The fields are full of lambs and ewes,
As my mind turns to post-run booze

Ace descender Ted leads the pack home,
This is his country; the Dale’s where he roams,
While seeing him rapidly flying past,
It dawns quickly on us that we’ll be the last

After the run, it’s into the Craven to quench our thirst,
Where to start? Bronte Bitter for me first,
The Hetton Pale Ale is really great,
And Moorhouse’s of Burnley is supped by the crate

When we’ve finally finished our ale,
It’s time to wander home, back down the Dale,
With thoughts of summer evenings and our next run,
Being out in the dark is great but it’s hard to beat the sun!

Fantastic DT. It makes me want to get out on the fells.

[freckle]

It’s the penultimate headtorch run of the year,
The usual format: dash up a hill, then drink beer,
We all start off in scenic Appletreewick,
The usual faces: Grifter, Millipede, Brett and Stick

Along the flowing Wharfe we all trot,
Then up to Simon’s Seat, that’s our spot,
Me and Millipede plod along at the back,
Enjoying post Hobble gossip, savouring the craic

To let everyone through, I open a gate,
And up in the trees there’s an owl calling its mate,
The fields are full of lambs and ewes,
As my mind turns to post-run booze

Ace descender Ted leads the pack home,
This is his country; the Dale’s where he roams,
While seeing him rapidly flying past,
It dawns quickly on us that we’ll be the last

After the run, it’s into the Craven to quench our thirst,
Where to start? Bronte Bitter for me first,
The Hetton Pale Ale is really great,
And Moorhouse’s of Burnley is supped by the crate

When we’ve finally finished our ale,
It’s time to wander home, back down the Dale,
With thoughts of summer evenings and our next run,
Being out in the dark is great but it’s hard to beat the sun!

This is fab really makes me want to go out for a trot like now!!!!!! especially when there is fine ale after sounds just heavenly!

[freckle]

Lover's Gifts IV: She Is Near to My Heart

She is near to my heart as the meadow-flower to the earth;
she is sweet to me as sleep is to tired limbs.
My love for her is my life
flowing in its fullness,
like a river in autumn flood,
running with serene abandonment.
My songs are one with my love,
like the murmur of a stream,
that sings with all its waves and current.

Rabindranath Tagore

more love on the love train.....lush! (as we say in the north east!)

[N-dubya]

Went to see Carol Ann Duffy the over night

She read three poems from, the worlds wife

about four poems from rapture including, text, syntax

and two new poems including the one abou t David Beckham I think that reading was the first public reading of the poem.

She is very entertaining, but the reading only lasted forty five minutes which is short considering a full price ticket was a tenner

Quite difficuilt to understand what she is saying at times as well

[Mossdog]

It’s the penultimate headtorch run of the year,
The usual format: dash up a hill, then drink beer,
We all start off in scenic Appletreewick,
The usual faces: Grifter, Millipede, Brett and Stick

Along the flowing Wharfe we all trot,
Then up to Simon’s Seat, that’s our spot,
Me and Millipede plod along at the back,
Enjoying post Hobble gossip, savouring the craic

To let everyone through, I open a gate,
And up in the trees there’s an owl calling its mate,
The fields are full of lambs and ewes,
As my mind turns to post-run booze

Ace descender Ted leads the pack home,
This is his country; the Dale’s where he roams,
While seeing him rapidly flying past,
It dawns quickly on us that we’ll be the last

After the run, it’s into the Craven to quench our thirst,
Where to start? Bronte Bitter for me first,
The Hetton Pale Ale is really great,
And Moorhouse’s of Burnley is supped by the crate

When we’ve finally finished our ale,
It’s time to wander home, back down the Dale,
With thoughts of summer evenings and our next run,
Being out in the dark is great but it’s hard to beat the sun!

And Cheers! to you DT - sounds fun, just like the poem, thanks.

[Mossdog]

more love on the love train.....lush! (as we say in the north east!)

Sorry, but I beg to differ. 'Lush', or as it is usually announced, 'gert lush' (as in 'me luuver' ) is a Bristolian term that became part of the national vernacular in the 1980's -so there!!!

[Harry H Howgill]

Went to see Carol Ann Duffy the over night

She read three poems from, the worlds wife

about four poems from rapture including, text, syntax

and two new poems including the one abou t David Beckham I think that reading was the first public reading of the poem.

She is very entertaining, but the reading only lasted forty five minutes which is short considering a full price ticket was a tenner

Quite difficuilt to understand what she is saying at times as well

That sounds quite entertaining.

There is a stage show that reads some of KAD's poems. It is coming to the Brewery in Kendal in May and was hoping to get to see it.

http://www.seabrightproductions.co.u...orldswife.html

John Hegley is on too who I always fancied seeing.

I've just got my ticket through to see Joss Naylor and Kenny Stuart. Although I don't think there will be much poetry going on that night.

[Harry H Howgill]

Sorry, but I beg to differ. 'Lush', or as it is usually announced, 'gert lush' (as in 'me luuver' ) is a Bristolian term that became part of the national vernacular in the 1980's -so there!!!

You two can fight it out over your handbags at the AW.

[Stolly]

A running question for Hes - I figure she'll be more likely to read it here .

So Hes, a bit outside of Masham, Pateley Bridge and Nidderdale I know but have you ever run a loop up Simon's Seat, starting off from say Greenhow or Stump Cross Caverns? I drive this way fairly often returning towards home from Wetherby/the A1 and the moor always looks fabulous, usually with a dark, slightly ominous Simon's Seat brooding in the background. I suspect I could just stop the car, put my running togs on and hack a route there and back either way but, given that you are based in that neck of the woods, I thought you may have run there once or twice? I can see a couple of cart tracks on the map that I'm sure will do the job but that looks all too straight forward and boring. (I know Simon's Seat and Barden Fell really well but have always run it from Bolton Abbey/Cavendish Pavillion/Devonshire Arms).

Apologies for not being skilled enough to put that to rhyme

[freckle]

You two can fight it out over your handbags at the AW.

Oooooo I like a challenge!


Definitions

Hoo man Mossy,
Wor frecks is belta,
Aye she’s right clivva,
divin’t dis the freckle,
she might get monged
and she is not minted,
but she knaas her Geordie slang,
and “lush” is geet lovely or nice,
but hey ney botha mossy,
I’ll no take offence,
a pint of snecklifter or two,
after the AW,
and all the radgieness will disappear,
all thoughts of you being a Heed the Baal,
gone forever!




voila.........

If Oven Gloves is reading this perhaps you would like to correct me if I have the wrong definition!/have anything to add? your first poem perhaps.....actually you probs running at the club which is where I should be, no wonder i am always right at the back!

http://bannedfromthebeagle.blogspot....die-slang.html

oh and this is really really important! apparently key geordie words like "hinny" are dying out, this CANNOT happen, so i beg you start using the word "hinny" today and tomorrow and everyday!

http://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/north...2703-14019611/