Wednesday, 30 July 2025

Lovable Rogue





 Dear reader,

I am writing the blog today because I realize that you didn't like the poem I put up on Sunday.  I think it was a very English poem understood by the many English readers I have.  But not so easy to understand from another country which didn't have boarding schools to go to.

Today's poem is about this universal man who crops up everywhere in the world, much loved by many as he dances through their lives.  And then probably leaves them.  But Ah they had some fun and feel that the world would be a sadder place without them.

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From John Ruskin   August 1st  1884 in Lancashire

'Very lovely with calm lake, but the roses fading, the hay cut.  The summer is ended.  Autumn begun.'


From Richard Hayes   August 2nd  1773 in Kent

'The Fair.  Gentry very doubtful of the weather.   Never saw so few people pass.  No ladies in their long carriages and the fewest horse people remembered.'


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Loveable Rogue

 

 

Jeans jacket, black trousers

long curly black hair

an impish smile

sparkling white teeth.

 

A world traveller

worked in a kibbutz

surfed in Australia

sold jewellery in India,

Nepal and Afghanistan.

 

He had a finger in many pies,

he said, done many deals,

made friends, made enemies

walked the Silk Road.

 

The ladies loved him

he twinkled at them

made jokes

got on with their dogs.

 

He told good stories

wore silver rings

had a rose tattoo

on his arm, a cross on his leg.

 

This loveable rogue

was charming,

uninterested in the truth

and wandered through life

conscience free.

 

 

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With very best wishes, Patricia

 

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