Sunday Morning
by
John Ward
Though Sunday was a day of rest, I guess we always thought it best -
While mother in the kitchen drudged -
With egg and bacon fortified, to wander through the countryside.
A catlick-and-promise, then off we trudged.
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About the Author:
An expatriate West Midlander now living in Tasmania, John was born a couple of years before WW2 near Wolverhampton and has had some local success writing short stories (some with a West Midland background), memoirs and poetry.
Yesterdee
by
"Bounce"
CHINA SINKS, UN ODE BRASS TAPS,
RED LEADED DOORSTEPS, OLD FLAT CAPS.
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About the Author:
Pete Bouncer, or "Bounce", says he is "just on the wrong side of fifty". A metal polisher by trade and
born & bred in Walsall town centre, he started writing around 30 years ago for his own pleasure.
"I never really thought anyone else would be interested" he tells us. He's dead wrong on that score!
Dad's New Teeth
by
Yvonne Powell
I’m going to the Dentist’
My Dad said with chagrin
I've been waiting three weeks now
until he could fit me in.
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About the Author:
Yvonne originally wrote to us in praise of Gary Westwood's "50's Kid" poem (below).
A 50's kid from the Black country herself - born West Bromwich 1951 -
her poems have been published in the Black Country Bugle.
Now living in Brisbane Australia, Yvonne tells us that she enjoys a dose of the Yampy nostalgia because she is
"still a Black country girl at heart."
Another Glorious Day
by
Gary Westwood
Another morning, just one more..
Just A Lad
by
Gary Westwood
Just a lad, that’s all he was
Like so many more,
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Our Brown Skinned Dead
by
Gary Westwood
On your Remembrance Day
Don’t forget your glorious dead
..
Lions
by
Gary Westwood
"Lions led by donkeys".
The Kaiser's words, not mine..
A 50's Kid
by
Gary Westwood
I still remember when I was a kid
the times that I had, the things that I did
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Never Again
by
Gary Westwood
Hammers crash inside your head
are you alive or are you dead
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Winter Peace
by
Gary Westwood
A winter's morning
the day, still, new
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Reflections on a Winter Morning
by
Gary Westwood
The muffled quiet
Of the dawn
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Young Collier
by
Gary Westwood
I walked half asleep
along paths of my boyhood..
Tipun Tum
by
Gary Westwood
Let me tell yo a little tael.
Am yo alright,yo'm a lookin'pael?..
Black Country Times
by
Gary Westwood
The furnace roar, the fiery blast,
it's our heritage, our rugged past..
Black Country Folk by Gary Westwood
The Black Country bloke an' 'is woman too am' sometimes seen as a joke..
Baggeridge Pit by Gary Westwood
The Queen of Pits was Baggeridge mine..
Real Ale an' Fittle by Gary Westwood
Goo ter The Crispin ower kid..
About the Author:
Gary lives in Woodsetton and was educated at Tudor Primary and High Arcal. He worked at Baggeridge, and is in the Crispin
most Sundays, so knows of what he writes.
The Gornal Pig
by
Laurence Fletcher
Ever since I got to Gornal
There was one thing I wanted to know
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Gornal
by
Jack Stevens
Life as we knew it years ago
Is different to today
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About the Author:
Jack Stevens was a celebrated Gornal footballer in the famous all-conquering
1948 side
. He wrote many poems,
and once won a Black Country Bugle prize for his reminiscences of Christmas 1928 at Hunt's Mill Farm. Albert Sargent
turned up with a big turkey as the trophy!
Jack sadly passed away some years ago and is much missed by his family, including wife Nora and daughter Jackie.
Eli and Hitler
by
Albert Sargent, 1943
Now they had just called out time at the local
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About the Author:
Albert Sargent was a well known local author with the Black Country Bugle and Black Country Society magazine.
Active in organising the old carnivals at Gornal Football club, he can also be seen on the photograph of the wartime
Gornal cricket team. Tell us more about Albert - email us at
admin@yampy.co.uk.
Ellen Vale by E. A. Underhill
Have you never seen sweet Ellen Vale,
Or roamed the spacious park?
Or sensed..
About the poem:
Ellen Vale is a nostalgic look back at Ellowes hall in the 1870's, when Horace St. Paul was the owner and a memorable
Sunday School Gala Day was held in the grounds. It appears in the book of poems 'patchwork' by E.A. Underhill.
About the Author:
Edwin A Underhill was born in 1870; his family were prominent in the foundation of of Ruiton Chapel, one of them
becoming its minister. The book of poems 'Patchwork' was printed in 1932, and nine years later he wrote and self-published
the - for many years definitive - 'Ancient Manor of Sedgley' history book. (thanks to Trevor Genge and
Iam Beach at www.sedgleymanor.com
for these details)
Ar Cor See by Jack
Tried ter brush me teeth lass nite,
Worr ar got left on ‘em any road..
Tommy Atkins by Jack
A few peeled spuds an' a passnip,
In hot drippin' in the pan to bake..
Yow Berra Not by Jack
Yown ad yer marmalade toast, nice an' 'ot,
An a drap in yer tay, 'o' yow know wot,
It warms ...
The Killer Weelie Bins by Jack
Sum things yer purroff till tomorrer,
Oll leave that terday, it woe urt,
But one thing yern ...
Cheers by Jack
Here's to the mother who carried you so long,
Not that you knew it, being so very young,
Who ...
About the Author: Jack was born on the 'Wrenner' in 1941. He joined the Army when he was 17 and travelled the world, then drove lorries and tarmacked roads.
Jack has had several poems published in the Black Country Bugle.
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