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Senior Citizens!, can I offer up to you a portrait of my birth place?, The N.E. of England…?


My Home!. From beaches to dales. you stretch out of sight, Angels, and Bishops, they have all seen your light! Museums you’ve got, Industrial and Antique: And rivers running fast, the North Sea to meet. Presidents and Queens, they have all visited here, Race horses, castles and herds of wild deer: Steel works and Collieries, are now all gone, But there,s nothing quite like,The Great North Run!. You started out coal black, but now you are green, But now you are a pretty picture, as Ive ever seen, To me, you are the best of the lot ,the place of my birth. On of the most picturesque places on Earth. The lonely purple moors, full of dishevelled sheep , The feeling you give me, so true and so deep!………………..this was wrote after I came back home after working away……

Thank you Thomas for sharing your fine poetic talent. I am a bit familiar of that part of England, for
I had a net friend from there for so many years before he died. He shared pix of the places at the
coast, and quiet villages where he shopped and played tourist. He showed the tram busses at one
of the beach towns With the arcade for children and other amusements. He took pix of narrow
roads, with a little creek running by them. He showed Roman foundations hidden among the thickets
and roadways, leaving much to our imaginations. He showed what he and his wife would eat for
dinner. Including blood pudding that he enjoyed, as well as his hunger for ‘chips’ with large pieces of
battered fish. He would make me so hungry for them. There were times, when I would get so hungry
imagining the smell, of one of my most favorite meals. He’d even show me Chinese take out from
down the road, which his wife would fetch for him. He harbored the need to travel, as he waited to
die of cancer. And he lived far beyond the expectation of his doctors by over six years. He often
called me from his home, and I would hear a bit of a Scottish brogue, which he never realized he
had. Though his father was originally from Scotland, he decided to move to upper England, where
he raised his family, with a loving wife by his side. He had energy, and a friendliness that gave me
more perspective on the English people. He said, he and his wife never went south where Englishmen and women tended to be snooty and unfriendly. He and his wife were very outgoing, and once were
hosts to friends of mine, who visited England for a couple of weeks touring. And for one day, they
got a guided tour of a castle or two, and eating typical food fare. My friend, said they couldn’t have
been more helpful and warm to them. So Thomas, you also, must come from the most friendly of
English locations. And I’m sure I’d feel very welcome to see and tour the area, if I were ever able
to travel there. Thanks again for the picture you have painted today. You should consider having a
book of your work printed, to share and be enjoyed with your countrymen.

Another Great one Thomas! I have been to England two times in my life time. I have to tell you it is a Beautiful country! I would never have picked England to visit as I always thought it was a overcast , rainy country. But when we were afforded the opportunity to vacation there, we went. I am so glad we did. While one of our trips was rainy and cloudy, we still enjoyed it tremendously.
Everyone has roses and gardens, even in the cities, would go back in a heart beat!

Thank you Thomas – for sharing your talent – and
your special way with words.

You have the best of both worlds. I have always wanted to live by the sea.

My fathers lineage is from England.
My great grandfather was born in1825 in Winchester, Hampshire and my great grandmother was born in 1845 in Southampton, Hampshire. My great great’s were born in Brown Candover, Hampshire. 1772 and 1788.

Too late for me to travel – but I always wanted to visit the lands of my ancestor’s – English – Irish – Scottish – welch – Scots-Irish.

You make it sound so beautiful and as if I have been there.
DeeJay.

AMAZING son et lumiere flashes, the other evening – on the facade of Durham Cathedral.
Good to see – our hardy NE folk are still very much alive ‘n kicking.
OOP there – where ‘Castle still play, with all the ATTACK worthy of their ancestral roots – Milburn, Supermac – Shearer et al – well worth their current EPL position.
Pity – Carroll went across the pennines – but s’way it goes – we southern softies can but look on – and admire.
As Spurs and Gunners travel NE – and expect a rough/tough time oop there.
: ))

My husband and I met when I lived for a short time in Durham, he was from Consett. I remember Durham in the 1960s and on my last visit there as it is today in your poem. Thank you for the poem and the memories, you have a wonderful way with words, keep up the good work.

Thomas that is beautiful! I have been wanting to go to England since I fell in love with Paul McCartney when I was 16. I def will put it on my bucket list

Thomas,
I’ve been all over the US , northern Mexico, and a few parts of Canada.
NOW I want to see N.E. England before I die.
Thank you for that descriptive image you’ve painted.
It sounds sooo worth it!

Sounds lovely.
I hope to visit England someday, have only been at your airports, not much fun there.
I was born in NE New England, not quite the same…

My ancestors are from England,Scotland and Ireland and oh how I wish I were there during the holiday season. Thank you for sharing this beauty with us.

That’s lovely Thomas.

I live in Saskatchewan.
Just getting my sled ready for a ride.
We need a bit more snow, but that will come.

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