On Englands streets its people gather in ones twos
Threes in their thousands for this matter.' To stand and
March to celebrate the very essence that made their country great.' There will be burghers plumbers tailors and
Farmers; surveyors councillors barbers, and no harmers
Ex police and soldiers too.' Professors lecturers and maybe you? Clever and not so ( inclusion at its finest) many
British and united' soldiers may have died to achieve none the less.' Such
Sacrifice will guide them on' to teach, care; to nuture and they will be their
Finest.' They will many songs, words of hope no doubt will ring, may tomorrow be
Pleasant with great purpose at this big London gathering.!
Regina city councillors under fire
For ad campaign’s not looked at prior
How someone did not think to inquire
Check the news if you think me a liar
This province had some odd news breaks
Like the Tim Hortons with the snake…
The moose in the school for hoof’s sake
But this capital city goof takes the cake
I suppose they were hoping for a laugh
Now it looks like there’ll be some new staff
The response may still be half and half
Talked about around the coffee carafe
They’ve taken a lot of flack in the past
Tried to steer into the skid at last
That plan backfired pretty damn fast
A collective face palm, country vast
A headline that didn’t need to be spun
With marketing that cannot be undone
Since the new slogan that they chose to run
Is : “The city that rhymes with fun”…..
** Slogan since retracted by Experience Regina
Still Managed to make International headlines, well done...
In living in my homeland over 60 years
so much has changed in all that time
what was acceptable is not now anymore
our grandparents would see it as a crime
Today's world doesn't seem to be like them
standards just don't exist at all
right is wrong changes to wrong to right
everybody seems all mixed up into the night
So many towns never as they were
nothing but signs for sale or to let
councillors and MPs don't seem to know
what to do or help those who're in debt
There's much violence upon our streets
the days of walking at night so safe
they are no more such is our present state
when will man learn to behave?
The dress code now is appalling
torn jeans, tracksuits all seem norm
simply no decency or standards at all
what a state! please, God, send a storm
In summing up modern man does his thing
not caring, except self-serving alone
but one day this world will be wrapped up
the Almighty will speak 'The End' all silent tone!
(Just some thoughts of my home country Scotland and the state it's in as the times of today compared with our grandparents time with the decline in morality and standards.)
The painter took up his brush to paint
he picturized a valley cupped by mountains
numerous waterfalls were cascading down
ripples expanding and bubbles bursting all around
Sunrise is an invasion of light and shade
through the clump of trees and wild foliage
Inside it's dark but enlivening bird calls
cawing, chirping and screeching as if in alarm
A small hut at the brink of a rivulet
further downstream more sprouting concrete
black smoke billowing out of chimneys
a road connecting by cutting trees
the councillors and builders in round table
chalking out plans to have planned development
multistoried to cater to demand multiplying
dammed river to render water supplying
The paint in the brush dried up
It dipped by mistake in the teacup
this the absent-minded painter drank
and back to reality he shrank
The Church has a far greater obligation
Than the Priest running a profitable congregation
And the Councillor seeking re-election
To uplift the communities and build a strong nation
The Churches are far more powerful and numerous
Than the corruptors who twice a decade ridicule us
Procrastinating in the potholes of the road to progress
God shouldn’t also be a candidate on a ballot at the polls
We praise God through and, in the name of a Pastor
Choose a government to ‘Party’ instead of fulfilling a manifesto
The Bible hasn’t changed for 2000 years, but still we moralise
And He hasn’t failed us yet, are we losing patience?
I see suits and ties with robes and white Roman collars
And there’s no distinction they are part of the same order
Tithes and taxes imposed and shared over tea parties
To luxuries of big business, mansions and German cars
Time warp
1979 2ST started to broad cast
In the Southern Highlands as AM radio
1999 2ST started to transmit in FM
Although these are land marks
The biggest gamble is yet to come
In 1982 2ST hired Graeme Day
Present day
Or is it Graeme Day
If you are a local you know
There is
The right way
The wrong way
And Graeme’s way
Graeme may not be right
But he is vocal about his way
With a heart of gold
A level head full of information
Combined with a sense of humour
Graeme’s love affair with the microphone
Passion for the Southern Highlands
Cheeky smile
Inquisitive personality
Need to
Answer questions
And get to the bottom of things
Graeme will not let any
Issue or subject shut him up
After doing his research
Boots and all
Like a pit bull dog
He jumps in
And doesn’t let go
Until the truth comes out
People have suggested that
Graeme run for council
But Graeme feels
He can do more good
Behind the microphone
Keeping the councillors
On the straight and narrow
Graeme Day is the voice
The voice of the Southern Highlands
The voice of Justice
The voice of reason
The voice that soothes the Southern Highlands
(c)2013 Gordon Andrews
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