Wednesday, January 18, 2012

A REALLY GREAT DAY!!















And did those feet in ancient time 
Walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the Holy Lamb of God
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?




I was born on St. Patrick’s Day, 
March 17, 1954.
The year West Brom Albion 
won the FA Cup.


I cannot forget the beautiful tradition and unwavering reality of coal pits and rising smog of earthy industry that have always joined hands with the Monarchy to keep the balance.


The green hills and valleys beckon souls
to come and live and play in the
pleasant land that birthed
the Magna Carta and the
King James Bible.


We’re a nation of punk rockers
and footy fans who live one
generation behind another,
and we never expect that part to change.


It’s pubs and shops, factory workers and financial traders.
It’s a spot of tea at the appointed time,
announced in my poshest English accent.
It’s medieval buildings;
it’s blimey;
it’s bloke;
it’s Baggies.


It’s Albion till I die.
Forever.

Happy Birthday, Gibbo!!!
You are loved!

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