Musings from the Merse
Monday, March 16, 2009
The Muse has Landed (from Paxton)
Huttonian is pleased to report that the first contribution for the anthology of Berwickshire verse due to be published in October and to be sold for local charities has landed on our doorstep. A stirring ballad of 8 verses entitled 'The Summer of 2008' it is setting a high standard for the rest of the contributors. If any. The author, who lives not a million miles from Paxton has pointed me towards a 1930s collection of mostly poetry:
"Folk Tales of the Borders" which has a splendid opening line ;
'I stood open Eyemouth Beach and what do you think I saw?'( Bloggees are earnestly asked for suggestions...) Had it been Spitall Beach the answer would be noisesomely predictable.
A title for the anthology is needed. Some one suggested ' Musings from the Merse' but that's, er, taken. (There actually is a 19th century collection of Borders Poetry called Merse Musings which I only heard about well after I started the blog)
The editor would welcome ideas on this as well
(The image is of Eyemouth Beach. NB hopefully continent dog. Nevertheles, if standing on it, be careful)
Labels: Berwickshire Poetry, Eyemouth Beach, Spitall
Comments:
I stood upon Eyemouth Beach and what do you think I saw?
It was a fisherman with two hounds or more
The dogs all defaecated
It was cleaned up whilst I waited
Then I trod in some more
Incidentally, impeccable sources in "Poo Patrol" (SBC) tell me that Eyemouth is one of the places where the Poo Patrollers are required (by the local elected representatives) to be in high-vis jackets etc to alert the poop-non-scoopers to their presence. I bet the effects of that requirement can be measured on the pavements and beach in Eyemouth.
It was a fisherman with two hounds or more
The dogs all defaecated
It was cleaned up whilst I waited
Then I trod in some more
Incidentally, impeccable sources in "Poo Patrol" (SBC) tell me that Eyemouth is one of the places where the Poo Patrollers are required (by the local elected representatives) to be in high-vis jackets etc to alert the poop-non-scoopers to their presence. I bet the effects of that requirement can be measured on the pavements and beach in Eyemouth.
I stood on Eyemouth beach
And what to you think I saw?
A grotty Co-op car park
Where none had been before.
So I turned to face the shoeline
Where hardy folk do jog
With trainers all a'covered
By the leavings of a dog.
Life has many challenges.
One jumps through many a hoop
But still gets sore subverted
By dog owners wot leaves poop.
O woe befall the owners
Of the careless canine species
Wot leaves our roads and beaches
All covered up with faeces.
And when they've finished leaving
Stuff and their territory marking
They keep you red-eyed throught the night
With all their ruddy barking.
Post a Comment
And what to you think I saw?
A grotty Co-op car park
Where none had been before.
So I turned to face the shoeline
Where hardy folk do jog
With trainers all a'covered
By the leavings of a dog.
Life has many challenges.
One jumps through many a hoop
But still gets sore subverted
By dog owners wot leaves poop.
O woe befall the owners
Of the careless canine species
Wot leaves our roads and beaches
All covered up with faeces.
And when they've finished leaving
Stuff and their territory marking
They keep you red-eyed throught the night
With all their ruddy barking.
# posted by 
: 6:27 PM
: 6:27 PM