Dear Friend

By skinner_jennifer

Wed, 08 Mar 2017
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Fond memories of an old friend.

An old forgotten poem.

 

I is a Cider Drinker down yer in Zummerzet,

living in the West Cuntree do wish 'ee' all the best,

now yer goin to earn yer livin selling pickles in a jar,

at that seaside town down there in Wezton-Zuper-Mare,

 

You'm always had a sparkle shone right out of yer eyes,

with they red apple cheeks, thee and I will lunch one day

on strong cheddar cheeze, thick homemade bread and a

bottle of our best scrumpy, which we'll take with Mum and Dad.

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Submitted by YaseminB on

really interesting language and a very rich poem.

Yasemin Balandi

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Yasemin,

this is an old piece I wrote from the late 1960s which I found in a tin up in our attic.

It's written in the old West Country language of Somerset England, where my friend came from at the time.

Glad you you found it interesting and thank you for letting me know.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by celticman on

made me think of the Wurzel's Jenny. Remember them? 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

So some memories/old poems rediscovered in sorting out and down-sizing? Interesting warm burr to the voice comes through! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Yes! I remember the Wurzel's Jack, saw them live a couple of times way back in the 1970s, they were awsome and so much fun...happy days. smiley

Thank you for reading and letting me know.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

you're spot on, I'm going through so much stuff at the moment, it's really hard to know what to throw out, but I'm sure I'll get there in the end.

Many thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts, always appreciated.

Jenny.