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Childhood Poetry

Old Times

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Fun among the trees

as cubscouts swing

back and forth

until the howl for

lunch or another activity

on campsite

until the call back – theyll

swing off the tyres or play on the wood stumps

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Memories Outdoor Pursuits Sport

Put a Pin on it

#socs #pin

Someone once told me – you never really leave the scouts

In a sense – i guess they were right.

Why? i hear you ask – because of some little things picked up along the way

back when i was a cub scout (yeah! i am that old) when we went on expeditions or on camps, we’d try and pick up a patch for our camp blankets – which kept us warm on cold nights and some of us turned into ponchos for night time around the camp

I collected plenty of these badges – and still have them in the house in a box – as a reminder of the places i’ve been

Yorkshire Dales, Edinburgh, Peak District, Lake District, Cheshire, Lancashire….

Manchester 2002 pin badge

But i guess fashions change….and around the time when Manchester hosted the Commonwealth Games, the cloth patches turned a little more smaller and a little more harder….and a little more metallic.

There were Pin badges with the Manchester logo on them , 18 Sports pins covering the various sports events, country pins and team pins for the staff

And after the games had finished, places of interest took up the mantle as well as other sporting events.

Turn the lock forward to 2012 – and i’m finding myself at Old Trafford and the Pins are back

Olympic Ambassadors pin ….Old Trafford manchester

Reminders of places visited, Events volunteeered at and things achieved

They even introduced them at the Imperial War Museum – for years of service

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Drink Eating Food

Cup o’ Tea

I

Normally served up

in a fine earthenware Mug

with Milk and Sugar

II

Veering from the norm

teabags stewing away in a can

over a roaring fire

III

Galley brews challenge

the finest of Galley cooks

during force sevens

IV

Tin Mugs for the Brew

for morning breakfast eating

whether sea or land

V

Set up for the day

warming you from head to toe

for the day ahead

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Poetry

Fantasy Island

#Writephoto #Fantasy

For years that place in the middle of the sea was

a folly, a place for the well to do’s to admire from their

nice windows of the lakeside apartments

today, its so much more than this – it’s

a place where your imagination can go mad

somewhere you can land your boat and pitch a tent

you’ll think you’re back to your schooldays – some say its better

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Outdoor Pursuits Outdoors Poetry Scouting Scouts

Backwoods Stew

#Scouts #Cubs #Beavers #Supper

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The ingredients were simple enough,

Taters in the embers of some dying beechwood

Corned beef, Some Carrots and a very big onion

Butter for frying, and some stock cubes for flavour

The Metallic billy can protected by the finest washing liquid

as flames licked the sides of the can

As the potatoes softened, the onions went see-through

hiding amongst the beef

and as the bubbles rose bringing the feast together

chef prepared his serving spoons – as it was served in tin mugs

in the other can ? usually tea but not that night

as chocolate buns were served for afters – with hot cocoa.

Beavers, Cubs, Scouts and Ventures all headed for bed after Campfire – with Smiles on their faces.

They said “Ban Soap at Camp”….but this rule didn’t apply to the cookware….as the recepticles enjoyed a dip in the bubbliest of alfresco baths and a scrub getting rid of charcoaled washing liquid

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Acrostic Outdoor Pursuits Outdoors Poetry

Packing

#SoCs #Holidays

Packing our bags again

as we head off for a country break

camping under some national park stars

key to this essential journey – notepad, camera and pencils

if needed – wellies and wet weather gear

navigation and maps essential for hiking and

good sleeping bag for kipping under canvas

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Acrostic Colours Poetry

Muddy Footprints

#CYW #Brown #Wet #Mud #Footprints #Camping

Footprints on wet mud

Camping out in the wilds, has its disadvantages

As the weather can be particularly nasty

Making your way across the field to the washroom as

Persistant little raindrops land on your head

If you gave it some thought – you would have moved the tent

Now everyone will know who disturbed their sleep – as you’re

Going to leave a trail – right up to your tent!

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Camping Fire Outdoor Pursuits Outdoors Poetry

Burn

Burn

the triangle a simple one

heat air and fuel

started by a little spark

amongst the smallest of shavings

 

Little flame eating

everything around it

kept at bay

by logs and bricks

 

Starting off slowly

the flames begin to grow

dining on everything near it

apart from the Billy can above

 

bread on a green stick

changes with the dancing flames

from dough to delight in seconds

with help from the makeshift grill

 

smells of the barbecue

rise in the air

as backwoods sausages

add fuel to the flames

 

light and warmth

dancing slowly in the moonlight

till all that are left

are the glowing impish coals

 

staff of life

the end of life

for the fire that maintained life

Round the campfire circle

 

 

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Camping Cooking Memories Outdoor Pursuits Outdoors Poetry

Flagbreak

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A summer morning, Worsley woods, west of Manchester

the sun just peaking through the nest of trees

circle of tents in various spots

and a scout leader starting the beginnings of an altar fire

little faces pop out of the niger tents to grab a view

breakfast served at 8 am sharp

but first, a mug of tea

some make a break for the toilet block

as sausage and eggy bread sizzle in a pan

orders given to the sous chef … he keeps his eye on the food

and slowly the camp leader makes his way to the pole

and all stand still in observance

the flag is released from its bonds

and flies high in the gentle breeze , proudly to attention

and all present give a salute

before breakfast is served

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Eating Food Growing up Pleasures Poetry

Eggy Bread

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Egg

This ain’t no restaurant “French toast”

it’s made over burning logs

in the country air

Foundation for the morning

Set against a glorious sunrise

and cups of camp tea

Thick crusty bread

absorbed in a lake of

golden runniness

Bacon awaits its partner

as it cooks away

in its fat

Poor Man’s omelette ?

after a night on the hills

it’s the food of kings.

Knives and forks ?

or eaten as a sandwich

only quandry – sauce Red or Brown ?