Ode to a Roadside Snack-bar

By Luly Whisper

Sat, 14 Aug 2010
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Invitingly you front the fertile ditch
Where caterpillar-laden nettles spring
And hogweed and cow-parsley's flowers froth
And sparrows from the hawthorn hedgerow sing.

Your wholesome beef and piquant onion's tang
Mingles with scent of grass we trample on.
Rough fields of ragwort, golden fields of hay
We see, and pylons striding on, beyond ...

We too lead on, by roaring highroads, then
By winding mountain ways. Your tea will slake
Our thirst, till loam gives way to Cambrian slate
And all our cares are drowned in Bala Lake.

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Comments

Submitted by jennifer on
Brilliant! Really lovely and such great imagery about such a mundane subject, J x

 

Submitted by shoe on
Much enjoyed.

 

Submitted by Canary Islander on
Good fun! - now where's my cheese and bacon butty? :-)

Submitted by tessdavies on
Tess Davies Very neat and I love the rhymes - not easy to do, great.

Tess Davies

Submitted by ScoZen on
ScoZen. Enjoyed this. This takes me back to my wanderings down unmarked paths. When I get completely lost I sit and have a brew and a pastie. Then figure which way to go. Bala Lake...now where is that I wonder?
ScoZen

Submitted by Luly Whisper on
Mid-Wales. Lovely part of the world.