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Ever wondered what a person making a complete fool of themselves looks like. Well wonder no longer. Here is a photo of The Green Man on day one of the National Folk Festival.
Who would have guessed that it would be so scary getting up in front of a few hundred people and reading poetry.
It was a bit of a mistake to present "Out Back Yard" (which you can find below) on the first day. I think it was one of my better poems but it was stuffed up because I was so nervous.
Not to worry, there is always next year. Perhaps it will take the poor unsuspecting fools who attended that long to recover from The Green Man's poetry from this year. Who knows, next year I may even start writing the poems more that two days before the festival.
There are many jewels hidden amongst the leaves in this forgotten part of the ancient forest. Spend some time browsing and you are sure to find some. Click here or continue your search below
or read the most recent entries here.I'm sure they loved it, Greeny!
(can I call you Greeny?)
Greeny is fine although it does have another connotation in Australia it is also one I am comfortable with.
Posted by: GreenMan at April 17, 2004 09:01 AMthe green man wrote some poetry with me recently:
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“afrighted of the horsies”…….
robin hood ruled o’er all o’ the creatures
that walked upon the earth
that was his god-given right, and he said,
there I will have my dominion
for on the earth I find
all of the humans
somewhat undone
and so broken hearted
dumb of spirit and dull of mind,
needing a swift kick up
big fat behinds….
whilst the animal folks have much for to say……
much more to teach me
‘bout all o’ the ways
and of dealings of men
and of women
and kids:
off dogs
and turtle-doves
frogs & pigs
we learn what we’ve maybe not known before
we know we learn
most we are loved
more than we live
more than we’ve loved
and even though
he he’d ne’er have known it in most of his minds
he was waiting & whilstling
for the time of his life
when he would be master
o’er the paddocks of the sherwood ranges
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