Eighty Aunty...
Demonstrator, Ban The Bomb!
Swim the bay with nothing on.
Rebel leader Aunty Jen;
Armed with paintbrushes and pen.
Blizzards, Brexit, Lockdown too,
It’s coming thick and fast at you.
Politics, environment,
or anything you’d like to vent.
Come right over, pour some tea
Or go al fresco by the sea;
Walk to bench with fine sea view;
Placed to discuss a point of view
She’s quite an aunt, who loves to chat
Shame I’m allergic to her cat
Shop the second hands and thrift;
Ensures a Father Christmas gift
The YHA she liked to go,
Red socks pulled up, school kids in tow
Gwynant valley, spinning yarns,
Sleeping out in camping barns.
The wolves of Snowdon sound so real
Enough to make the youngsters squeal
How old? In years? A few at most,
She’s further down Jurassic Coast
Pre-Cambrian? BC? AD?
All weathered by the sun and sea.
She’s rock and roll and old as Gneiss;
Remembers Dartmoor’s glacier ice
Can’t date with carbon; or phone App
But gets a mention on Tithe Map
She made an Ark as I recall
Which rests in Bea and Alan’s hall
Sporting vintage; cultural wicket
Gets involved with village cricket
One story which is fondly told,
West Indies vs Rest of world.
Track and trace, google, wiki,
British Library search is tricky
No longer Three score years and Jen.
She’s tallied up another ten.
Through 80 years she’s seen and done,
And all of it with cheeky fun.
The artist touch, the potters flare
Smell of pasties in the air
Fresh cream teas served up in Looe;
The only thing as good as you
Happy 80th Birthday!
Big love and hugs from ian, Clare and the Democratic Republic of Haiti...
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