Sequence-Forties Christmas

Along narrow streets,carol singing
Boxes rattling,lanterns swinging

A stocking hung for Santa to fill
waking too early was a thrill

Chicken killed as a special treat
Finding  three-penny piece in our sweet

In England ,in our area at least this has not changed much in 60+ years
the 'chicken' maybe a turkey or a piece of beef even,the thtree-penny pieces are now 5p's
There is still street carol singing,albeit now for charity.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Guzzi Avatar
December 16, 2008 at 1:21 PM
So, you're the go to person regarding form! Boy, do I need one LOL. Question do you pick a form and write a poem to fit it? I just write and NOW I read here where the diffinitions are as see if the poem I wrote fits a form. At 60 it's hard to teach an old dog new tricks but I'm want to learn SO I am...So, the poem above which I throughly enjoyed, I looked up the form. It's beautiful. Even the chicken killing part reminds one of how dear food is and what agift to have enough!
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December 15, 2008 at 4:30 PM
Too many lines for Crystalline according to their definition, it's 2 lines. Loved it anyway! I'm just trying to become more familiar with forms.Light & Love Debbie Guzzi
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December 14, 2008 at 9:09 AM
You have painted a lovely picture here. The simple joys of the season. Thank you for your thoughful words. This was my first attempt at the sonnet. Love Robin
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December 14, 2008 at 8:22 AM
What charm is held in the memory of Christmas past! It sounds so much like the recountings of a pen-pal I've had since my teens....she lives in East Sussex..., often tells me of early holiday traditions in England. Love hearing of those days. ~ Carrie
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December 14, 2008 at 5:42 AM
Truly, the good old days. Our memories are priceless. Thanks again dear Brian, yes, same address, thank you beyond words. Love, Shar
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December 14, 2008 at 3:08 AM
O' Brian, what I would not give to go back, for one Christmas, to those days of my Grandparents to see the natural and non-commercialized yule. Pop a popper for me this year(one of my best friends' mother is from England, and they would save a popper for me each year! Miss it). love, Kristin
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