Our Town
By Ewan
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The Top is up
and the Vale is down
Elland in the middle:
of no-great renown.
Our town, our town.
The fog hides sheep
and the sheep smell the dog
there’s a farm in the distance,
above the wood-burner smog.
Our town, our town.
The church stays empty
for the people don’t go
but the bells keep ringing:
to let Jesus know.
Our town, our town.
Concrete, brick-built
and Yorkshire Stone,
all the high-rise slums,
the penthouse-dwellers own.
Our town, our town.
Nail bars or cafês,
take your pick,
call at the charity shop,
to help out the sick.
Our town, our town.
Spend all the money,
invest in ourselves,
support a local business,
fill up the shelves.
Our town, our town.
It is our town,
we shape, it – us,
just think twice
before getting on the bus.
[audio here]
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at least you still have buses
at least you still have buses to think twice about - some of us don't!
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It is difficult - where I
It is difficult - where I live there's almost nothing except a few cheap tat shops, some charity shops and of course many many betting shops, and recently there has been no reliable bus service either - I think it's a stand off between the local bus company who says it doesn't pay, and the local council who won't subsidise. So isolating for so many people.
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You're right. And everywhere
You're right. And everywhere else in europe too I think?
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Any town now.
Yes, just like our St Ives - the real one, not the ponsy tourist trap; the only growth now is in charity shops - well written Ewan
Dougie Moody
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Raising questions about
Raising questions about how our decisions can effect the livelihoods of others, make our communities thrive, alongside need for public investment, this thought provoking poem by Ewan is Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day! Please do Share and Retweet if you can
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I was wondering what happened
I was wondering what happened to the Post Buses. As far as I can gather they all gave up in the end. Rhiannon
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yes!
I wrote a really long incoherent political comment here in the down south for you last night. Vanished. Like towns. It didn't make it..which I accepted as quite poetic enough...and also more evidence that nearly everything is broken and we are all screwed.
Remembered this happening before when on my phone?
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(Will do a three dot desktop
(Will do a three dot desktop tester later.:) THanks
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The curse of privatising public transport
Unlike low cost airlines you can't fill up buses and trains all day. Take the non profit ones away, you lose a lifeline.
To run it properly it has to be a balance, but politicians whatever their party colour are blind to balance.
you paint a sorry picture, Ewan.
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I'm lucky where I live, the
I'm lucky where I live, the buses are - comparatively - good in the city (our city the size of a town) but they're going to be cut back, and the long range buses, essential now Transpennine trains are a pile of poo, are also going to be cut back, apparently. It costs a bloody fortune to live here, but at least there are things to spend your money on, if you've got it.
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I clicked on this because I
I clicked on this because I knew it would be a good one from you - and it is - and then found it was Elland which is where a long ago ancestor of mine was born, long before buses. He obviously walked to Rochdale instead. So many good observations. Down here in the West country, buses are being culled like badgers with tuberculosis!
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