and I thought;
………how cool would that be,
if William Blake, incarnate,
dropped by for wakes’ ‘Big Sat’dy’.
And I wondered how a craftsman,
A ‘wordsmith’ such as he,
would ‘set the scene
in his mind’s eye’
for everyone to see?In essence;
If Mr. Blake,
for argument’s sake,
was alive today
and could thus partake,
what would Blake make
of Tidza Wakes?,
and what form would
Blake’s ’Wakes’ Ode’ take?
A Fake Blake’s Take On Wakes.
And did that maid of Tidza Town
Wear proud the crown of The Wakes Queen?
And was the regal sash of gold
Across her ample bosom seen?
And did not Tideswell Silver Band
Commence that grand, long drawn parade,
Of wagons, tractors, trailers and
Box-carts, rebuilt, as chariots made?
And did the ‘Glamorous Granny’ not
Glide forth upon her gilded float?
And was the spit-roast lamb on cobs
Not served by men in butcher’s coats?
And did those clouds at once unfold,
To let the sun come blazing down?
A fiery ball of burnished gold
O’er Tidza’s green and pleasant town.
Sprung from man’s need for lead,
Adjacent once satanic mills
Synonymous with dread.Bring me my pint of foaming ale,
Bring me my cob on paper plate,
Bring me my saw, I might avail
To free a cow from a five-bar-gate!
I will not cease my love of wakes,
Nor shall my torch-light ever wane,
‘Til I have done what e’er it takes
To visit Tidza Wakes again.
(With apologies to William Blake.)