An ode to those whose Canary fervour drifts in from beyond the City Wall… 18th January 2021 By Cat Prior-Holt 4 Comments Please share Please share
martin penney says 18th January 2021 at 1:40 pm I walk from Mile Cross down to Anglia Square Onto the next leg I’ve got to be there Meeting some mates on Prince of Wales Road Is always sure to lighten the load Riverside beckons as we walk past the gym Outside the Iceni there’s a hell of a din Seeing some friends in the short Barclay queue Looking forward to my favourite Barclay view But not so this season and that is a fact When can I get my beloved walk back? ***And that, Cat, is why you’re a poet and I’m not 🙂 2 Reply
Colin B says 18th January 2021 at 6:12 pm I can’t better those two poems. They are both excellent and I enjoyed reading them. 1 Reply
Mary Hall says 18th January 2021 at 8:11 pm As a French Canary (as is my 101 year old Mum here) I connect to that verse. Plus my father’s pen-name in the Pink’Un in the 1950s was…. Exile 1 Reply
I walk from Mile Cross down to Anglia Square
Onto the next leg I’ve got to be there
Meeting some mates on Prince of Wales Road
Is always sure to lighten the load
Riverside beckons as we walk past the gym
Outside the Iceni there’s a hell of a din
Seeing some friends in the short Barclay queue
Looking forward to my favourite Barclay view
But not so this season and that is a fact
When can I get my beloved walk back?
***And that, Cat, is why you’re a poet and I’m not 🙂
Aww no loved it!
I can’t better those two poems. They are both excellent and I enjoyed reading them.
As a French Canary (as is my 101 year old Mum here) I connect to that verse.
Plus my father’s pen-name in the Pink’Un in the 1950s was…. Exile