The counties
But I want
to write to an Essex girl,
greeting her
warmly.
But I want
to write to a Shropshire lad,
brave boy,
home from the army,
and I want
to write to the Lincolnshire Poacher
to hear of
his hare
and to an
aunt in Bedfordshire
who makes a
wooden hill of her stair.
But I want
to post a rose to a Lancashire lass,
red, I'll
pick it,
and I want
to write to a Middlesex mate
for tickets
for cricket.
But I want
to write to the Ayrshire cheesemaker
and his good
cow
and it is my
duty to write to the Queen at Berkshire
in praise of
Slough.
But I want
to write to the National Poet of Wales at Ceredigion
in
celebration
and I want
to write to the Dorset Giant
in
admiration
and I want
to write to a widow in Rutland
in
commiseration
and to the
Inland Revenue in Yorkshire
in
desperation.
But I want
to write to my uncle in Clackmannanshire
in his kilt
and to my
scrumptious cousin in Somerset
with her
cidery lilt.
But I want
to write to two ladies in Denbighshire,
near
Llangollen
and I want
to write to a laddie in Lanarkshire,
Dear Lachlan
…
But I want
to write to the Cheshire Cat,
returning
its smile.
But I want
to write the names of the Counties down
for my own
child
and may they
never be lost to her …
all the birds
of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire...
Nicked from Carol Ann Duffy without permission
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