They piled the sled with a tray barbecue,
some boxed hamburger, some bottles of booze,
and they each took a turn to pull this prize bundle
from Dovecote estate to the top of Cow Hill.
The sky, full of futures and the soft snow, balled,
was blue to the coast and, maybe, beyond.
Danny kissed a diced fist, dissing Byker and Blyth
and Dovecote estate from the top of Cow Hill.
nickreeves 
I hear a melody behind this, maybe a folk ballad? Who but a Geordie would go for a barbecue in the snow?
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The tin foil, glass shards and ashed briquette remains unearthed in a distant future will perhaps reveal clues to these kings and queens – and evidence suggesting the site to have been a holy place.
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And indeed it may well be!
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Wonderful, a little movie played out in my head
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Hey Janet! Thanks!
Hope this finds you well x
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Yes, the poem does have a cinematic feel to it, now that you mention it.
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Hello Nick, My favorite line…the sky, full of futures. Have a great day. Jerry
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Hey Jerry. Thanks for this ^
Just goes to show about lines, doesn’t it.
This one spent all night on the operating table and even after much poking and prodding, still came through! But it was touch and go! Thanks for your support.
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mine, too!
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Marvellous, Nick.
‘The sky, full of futures and the soft snow, balled,
was blue to the coast and, maybe, beyond.’
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“Danny the Cow Hill Dreamer” is a story all by itself. Cinematic!
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A spontaneous and uncomplicated adventure that is bound to have some mischief too.
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Hm, no doubt, Michele
🙂
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