Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Nineteen sixty something...






Sixteen, seventeen
Adolescence
Unlocked diary
Memory presents.
Woodpecker cider
Barley wine
Where shall we go,
Your place or mine?
Middop, Worsthorne
Central Meths
Meet the Fairports
On the ledge.
Wilson's Electrical
Harker's Bazaar
Lonely goatherd
Steering a car.
Ready, steady
Colour me pop
Mr Siddall's
Hardware shop.
Gandalf's Garden
Only three bob
Gimme please
A Saturday job.
Freak out man
On a Friday night
Last bus Queensgate
Frog eyed Sprite.
Incense, patchouli
Kick out the jams
Vesta beef curry
And spam, spam, spam.
Ask no questions
Weaver's answer
Traveller's Rest
Youth club dancer.
Bricking it, bricking it
Maths paper two
Crown Point Road
I've had a few.
Coniston Coppermines
Butharlyp Howe
We want the world
And we want it NOW!

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love this poem, it is the most evocative poem of the sixties I think I have read. I can almost smell the sixties. Yes I was there, and this brings it all back giving the lie to the old saying "If you remember the sixties, you weren't there!"

Nostalgia? It aint what it was like in the sixties!

9:04 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

So now I know what you got up to!

10:39 PM  

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