Here are the Tribes from which I hail
The Hobbits of my Shire
The re-users, repairers, recyclers
Savers from landfill that fields may flourish
Salts of the earth dwellers
Early birds who catch the worm
Out in the cold
Fuelled by hunger to over-indulge
in all things merry
Dancers happy in simplicity
Comedians cut by teachers’ sarcasm
attended no classes –
they’re a class of their own
The JAM tomorrows who live for today
True to themselves and trusting of none
Proud on their pins –
not scrounging welfare but scavenging bins
Disregarded regarders of the discarded
Magic menders of pre-loved dreams
Lorries full of broken treasures
Carpenters, seamsters and craft-sellers
musicians, poets and storytellers –
The talented that globalisation never minds
but we will sorely miss
Inspired by a village auction in the New Forest, Hampshire
November 2016 © Southampton Old Lady
Discarded regarders of the disregarded…
I enjoyed your words very much. What a lovely group of people who seem happy to live simply and gather with friends! Yes, salt of the earth folks of which we can always use more. xo
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Thanks Rose – I wonder if that should have been Disregarded regarders of the discarded? I think I’ll change it. Yes real people are refreshing.
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Hmm, I thought your first phrase worked, too.
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The first phrase sounded better but the second one was more what I meant…. Thanks Rose
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I also liked ‘Discarded regarders of the disregarded’. A very good turn of poetical phrase.
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Thanks April
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Very nice!! and you must be Gandolf!?
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Bilbo if anyone, my fellow poet
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Fantastic!! Love the way they gather and recycle things. Great people!! 😊
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They make everyone happy!
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Definitely 🙂
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A beautiful paean to people, South.
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Thank you Randy.
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Great words, great sentiments, great people. A great post.
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Thank you Margaret
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Excellent, sensitive, and optimistic post
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Thank you Derrick. I believe you when you comment – it means a lot.
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“Gold is where you find it.” (Or, for purists, in the original olde Englisch, “Gold is where you ‘fine it.”)
I was glad to find this golden post today. As you were glad to find those golden people, SOL.
Cheers, JBS
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Thanks JBS – I’ll have to remember that phrase about ‘fines’
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Well done, Bilbo, a lovely post! I enjoyed reading it, and great photos.
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Thanks Georgie.
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Your care and compassion flow freely when you write and it is grounded in an unromantic observation of life. Thoroughly enjoyable post.
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Thank you Scooj – that is more or less how I see myself.
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What a fine combination of words and images. It’s clear that your shire would be a place I’d be comfortable and happy. Over here, we call such people “just folks” — at least, that’s how we southerners say it — and whether there or here, they are wonderful.
By the way — I can’t find your email address anywhere. I have a little something I’d like to email you — could you send it to me at varnishgal at gmail dot com?
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