Poffertjes

POFFERTJES

Try saying 'Poffertjes' when you're eating Poffertjes!
It's really rather tricky and you'll mumble when you speak!
They're tasty little pancake things
That disappear as though on wings!
I bought some at the markets when I went down there last week.
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BEGGAR'S BRIDGE

Go back four hundred years.
To the Elizabethan age.
Think of the famous gentlemen
Strutting upon the stage.
Raleigh and Drake were two of them,
Doubtless great men of war,
Fighting their battles on the sea
As heroes had done before.
Then bring to mind a lesser man,
Not written large by fame,
A hero, too, in his own way;
Thomas Ferris was his name.
Ten miles up-river from Whitby,
Deep in the countryside.
Is a place that's known as Glaisdale
Where this young man wooed his bride.
The River Esk flowed strong and fast
Past meadow, lane and tree,
Till it reached the coast at Whitby
And flowed away to sea.
Thomas loved Agnes Richardson;
They kissed as they walked by the water,
Though he was a humble farmers lad
And she was a rich man's daughter.
They met in secret many times,
And their love grew ever stronger.
At last, though the outcome seemed quite plain,
Tom could hide his love no longer.
'Sir' he said to the rich man,
'Please give me your daughter's hand.
My love for her overwhelms me,
Though I've neither money nor land.'
Her Father said 'You've no money!
And she's of noble birth!
You come here as a beggar,
A man of little worth.
Leave my house this instant
My daughter will never be yours!
She can only marry a rich man!
Nevermore darken my doors!'
Thomas made up his mind to be worthy
Of the girl that his heart so desired.
He enlisted in the navy
And with ardent ambition was fired.
'We'll meet by the river one last time'
He said to the love of his life.
'Then wait for me, Agnes, my sweet one.
I'll return to make you my wife.'
To meet Agnes, Tom came to the river,
But great rains filled the Esk to the brim.
He could not get over to meet her;
She could not get over to him.
He longed for one last time to hold her,
But all he could do was cry out
'I'll return as a rich man, my lovely!
Hold fast to our love! Never doubt!'
The suitors beat pathways to Agnes,
She spurned every man she espied.
Her father was full of resentment
But she yearned to be Thomas' bride.
Thomas battled the mighty Armada,
In Jamaica he soon turned to trade
And when he returned four years later,
It was clear that his fortune was made.
Thomas and Agnes were married,
And for twenty-six years they were wed,
Till Agnes took sick with a fever
And peacefully died in her bed.
Then Thomas remembered their parting
On that wild stormy night long before,
When the flood-waters kept him from Agnes,
Before he set off for the war.
'No other young lovers must suffer
As Agnes and I did back then.
I'll build a bridge over the river,
So that never will happen again.'
And today the quaint bridge is still standing
It's been that way right from the start.
The Beggar's Bridge built for all lovers,
Who cannot bear being apart.
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P.S.

We had our Committee meeting yesterday morning. Then, in the evening I read poetry at Poetry at the Pub and I didn't enjoy it at all! The audience was sparse and unenthusiastic. It's really hard playing to an unresponsive audience! Then I spilt my wine all over the table! However I did sell ONE book, and was given chocolates, so all was not lost!