Sunday, 26 April 2015

Magpie 267



I wandered (oh, am I allowed
To copy Wordsworth once again?)
When suddenly, I saw a cloud -
No wait! It's coming from a train!
Born by an aqueduct on high
It's  smoke pollutes both land and sky.
No wonder, as I roam these hills,
I can't find any daffodils.




(With thank to Tess at Magpie Tales for the picture)

30 comments:

  1. Magnifique! The more that dreadful poem is parodied the better.

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  2. Aw. :-( Good write, sad topic.

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  3. Excellent response to the prompt...

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  4. Fun. That frowning face just made me laugh.

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  5. I forgive the train it's polluting smog
    The image is stunning
    Beyond becoming.
    My eyes were popping my mind agog.
    The loco puffing way up high,
    A wonderful vision in the sky.

    By the way, it's polluting from a viaduct..

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    1. You're right, of course, But there could have been water under there somewhere?

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  6. I love it…the poem and the picture!

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  7. Excellent, Frances!

    Looking at the picture I was reminded of our old American folk song, "She'll Be Comin' Round the Parabola When She Comes"....

    ...and Adrian is right: It's a viaduct, not an aqueduct, but no matter.

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    1. I know Adrian's right, bother him! But I'll leave it as it is, so that he can remain right. After all, I'd hate to make him look silly...

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    2. Frances I not only look silly but am silly. I don't mind you editing it.

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  8. I think most of it is steam not smoke?

    Yours pedantically ...

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    1. Pedantic Patsy, you're right. But if you were old enough to remember those old trains, believe me, there was a lot of smoke in all that steam. I well remember the smuts flying throgh the windows. Happy days...

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  9. Now, if it was heather you were after.........

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    1. How true. But Wordsworth wasn't interested in heather :(

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  10. Adrian got to the viaduct first: a fellow pedant. It is a remarkably beautiful picture. And a very clever poem.

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