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1 Sep, 2023

Foul Weather, Wild Fowl

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Longlisted for the Write about Walking A/way competition 2023


The rain did not disappoint, turned up ahead of time so that we
magnificent seven, adorned

With hope over realism and water over wax, took up our posts to receive
the grazing looters.

But they sit tight, steady in the downpour; geese have horse-sense. Not
so young gunners bored, soaked, forlorn;

Unvirtual creeping damp wicks and wins. Drench abandoned, wandering
turn backs with empty shooters.

If Greylags laugh they’re laughing yet, a squadron massed the now
deserted line, grey clouds filled black with lags;

Startled lads agape, caught flatfooted in their open disbelief. Were geese
armed we’d have all been shot to rags.

APA style reference

PETER ISAACSON (2023). Foul Weather, Wild Fowl. walk · listen · create. https://walklistencreate.org/2023/09/01/foul-weather-wild-fowl/

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slare

To saunter, to be slovenly (The Dialect of Cumberland – Robert Ferguson, 1873). Rarely used in Cumbria now but has a meaning of to walk slowly, to amble, to walk with no particular purpose. Used for example in the ballad Billy Watson’s Lonnin written by Alexander Craig Gibson of Harrington, Cumbria in 1872 “Yan likes to trail ow’r t’ Sealand-fields an’ watch for t’ commin’ tide, Or slare whoar t’Green hes t’ Ropery an’ t’ Shore of ayder side “(Translation: One likes to trail over to Sealand Fields and watch for the coming tide, Or slare over to where the Green has the ropery and the Shore on the other side) Billy Watson’s Lonning (lonning – dialect for lane) still exists and can be found at Harrington, Cumbria.

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