Am I the only person to think that sheets on a washing line look so beautiful they could be a work of art? I did take a photo of white ones once but today I snapped blue ones. Is it something about the light and shade, or the draping? I thought of a little rhyme:
I was surprised and delighted to be asked by Geoff to read a poem at his great friend Angie’s memorial event, which unfortunately turned out to be a celebration of Mike Paine’s life as well. Geoff, of the Village Stage, Angmering fame, arranged a charity evening with 20 different performers who knew one or both of them, folk singers, country singers, groups and soloists and me – reading a couple of my poems. I read Mood Hues from ‘Coconut Ice’ and then a little verse I had penned for the occasion which I reproduce here. I may also have room for my reward sticker!
Throughout the ages men have sung of feelings felt and deeds well done
All history recorded by a song, to make one laugh or cry.
No matter what the singer’s choice, guitar or banjo, pipe or voice
To share and care we all combine to air our thoughts in tune and rhyme
For modern minstrels carry on traditions both of tales and song
Our common heritage awoke the bonds of friendship forged in Folk.