Sunday, 26 April 2015
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)
Posted by Frances Garrood at 18:28
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Magnifique! The more that dreadful poem is parodied the better.ReplyDelete
I mean WW's original, of course.Delete
Thanks, Doc. I hate that poem!Delete
Aw. :-( Good write, sad topic.ReplyDelete
Excellent response to the prompt...ReplyDelete
Tthank you, Maria!Delete
Fun. That frowning face just made me laugh.ReplyDelete
I'm glad, Maria!Delete
I forgive the train it's polluting smogReplyDelete
The image is stunning
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..
You're right, of course, But there could have been water under there somewhere?Delete
Love it, made me smile.ReplyDelete
I love it…the poem and the picture!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Frances.Delete
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.
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...Delete
Frances I not only look silly but am silly. I don't mind you editing it.Delete
I think most of it is steam not smoke?ReplyDelete
Yours pedantically ...
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...Delete
Thanks for visiting, Tess.Delete
Now, if it was heather you were after.........ReplyDelete
How true. But Wordsworth wasn't interested in heather :(Delete
Adrian got to the viaduct first: a fellow pedant. It is a remarkably beautiful picture. And a very clever poem.ReplyDelete
Than you kindly, Graham.Delete