Random Access Memories

Memorize

Memories are a funny thing

even if your memory is reletively sound

making the memory into something permanent requires an

open mind and something to refer to

remembering mum and dads birthday might be an easy one,  but

if your mind slips, whilst you are

Zedding away in the land of nod – its

easy to let time pass you by – best use a diary!

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Well worn Blanket

Salford 16th May 2017

Blanket

Back in Nineteen eighty two – i started taking this long woolly blanket to camp

Like many other scouts i stuck it at the end of my tents sleeping bag, and

As it got cold, i wrapped it round me to keep warm

Now, each camp i went to – i picked up a patch from the campsite – and these were

Kept on the woolly blanket…covering areas from Cumbria to Derbyshire – I

Even had a whole heap of locations such as

Torquay , paignton and brixham and these found a spare spot on my sleeping spot

Good Companion

Been looking through my old notebooks again, and found a scribble in relation to the Orange One-Man Tent I was assigned during my time as a scouter with the 90th Salford.  The title of the poem relates to the name of the tent – which I slept in on campsites in Greater Manchester, Cheshire , Derbyshire and Cumbria.

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Oh little resting place of mine
set among forest of green
lashed down on the grassland
in space of trees between.

Your A-Frame and Flysheet,
are a real treat,
against the clouds
you cannot be beat.

And under your flysheet is perfect,
for drying boots after ‘ hike
as raindrops drain down, into gully of brown
and one or two of your spikes

When midges arrive, you’re a cover –
whilst getting prepared for parade
and when sunshine is fierce and fiery
you provide the perfect shade.

Plenty of space for my camp kit
at head of my bag I will rest
and as I work and play, they’ll be safe all day
under the best cover in camp in the west

And when I seek you , out at night
your reflecting orange shines in torchlight
and as I rest my happy head
your canvas cover overlooks my bed.

They call you the “Good Companion”
The orange tent on forest ground
A place that is home for a scouter –
the best little tent all around.

Mountain Meadow

A Tale of Old Boots