The Morris Men & the InternetA Poem by leighgreen
This poem is about the pain of change from long old traditions to the newest innovations and the hope that we can live in a world where the old & new can happily co-exist.
It was a dark and stormy night and the rain had set in and after the Morris men had done with their dancing they sat around in the local pub drinking good ale. They ate crisps and nuts and smoked roll ups, they planned their next meeting and with their wives safely tucked away, flirted with the barmaids and local girls.
And all their bells were jingling
And the locals started singing
All the girls were giggling
And real ale they were drinking
They were so intoxicated and merry, they hadn’t noticed that in a dark recess of a corner of the pub there sat a lonely hooded figure, wearing a dark cloak. Later on that night the solitary figure lingered at the bar and chatted to the landlord, he had brought with him some boxes, which secretly offered up to him.
And all their bells kept jingling
And the locals carried on singing
There were flowers in their hair
And they danced around the square
The next May Day meet was a bright and blowy day, but things had changed of late and no one seemed so interested in the Morris Dancers in their funny trousers and hats, people were distracted, they were on their phones and laptops, they had better things to do than watch Bank holiday traditions.
And they danced without a care
Threw their arms up in the air
And the flutes and drums did play
As the people drifted away
That was the day the Internet slunk in bringing with it Wi-fi.
© 2012 leighgreen
Bristol, England, United Kingdom
AboutI am a working man, living in Bristol and write fiction and poetry in my spare time. My other interests include chess, skittles. I tend to get ideas from travelling and music. Not having read a hu.. more..
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