The Great Divide

Our ancestors roamed ‘cross the seas way long before my time and conquered lands so strange to us, but ever so divine. But since they crossed that salty pond they’ve changed you must agree, no man from here… the ‘motherland’ would waste our precious tea. So now a ‘Great Divide’ appears on both sides of the brine, though all of us in our own way are doing really fine. I think that some must see us here as ‘Lords and Ladies’ bold or peasants wearing our flat caps just doing as we’re told. There’s them that feel an Englishman must keep ‘stiff upper lip’ and never utter words that try to make a funny quip. I hadn’t really noticed this ‘til just the other day. when passing comments on some rhyme I tried to have my say. I thought, alas, the authoress would understand my lines but she was very hurt by them and said I was unkind. But it’s a compliment to find I’ve savoured all your rhyme, took it to heart and then replied though joking at the time. I never would upset a friend or so I thought ‘til then, for poetry floods through ‘my’ veins and ends up on my pen. May I explain the humour here is really from my heart, the ‘words’ you see are just for fun, it’s feelings I impart. Oh tell me why I’m misconstrued, I’ll hang my head in shame if ever through my poetry I hurt a friend again. Shall I give up and go away, have I just said enough. No my friends, I’ve weathered well I’m made of stronger stuff. But please excuse my ramblings, it’s what I feel inside but if you do not get my joke just blame ‘The Great Divide’ Ivor G Davies