Bravery

Maud - sod off out of my garden you bloody hoodlum

Our walk today took us to Waggoners Wells, where there is a plaque commemorating a poem written there by Tennyson in 1863.

Here is what Alf wrote:

"Flower in the crannied wall"

Flower in the crannied wall,

I pluck you out of the crannies,

I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,

Little flower—but if I could understand

What you are, root and all, and all in all,

I should know what God and man is.

Here is the poem I wrote today:

Flower in the crannied wall

I leave you just where I found you

If every bugger tore out the flora

Mankind would all be much the poorer

Tennyson, poet or a know it all?

Vandal. That is God’s (and also my) view

Will I get a plaque? Will I bollocks.