Eighty Aunty…

Demonstrator, Ban The Bomb!

Swim the bay with nothing on. 

Rebel leader Aunty Jen;

Armed with paintbrushes and pen.

Blizzards, Brexit, Lockdown too,

It’s coming thick and fast at you.

Politics, environment, 

or anything you’d like to vent.

Come right over, pour some tea 

Or go al fresco by the sea;

Walk to bench with fine sea view;

Placed to discuss a point of view 

She’s quite an aunt, who loves to chat

Shame I’m allergic to her cat

Shop the second hands and thrift;

Ensures a Father Christmas gift 

The YHA she liked to go,

Red socks pulled up, school kids in tow

Gwynant valley, spinning yarns, 

Sleeping out in camping barns.

The wolves of Snowdon sound so real

Enough to make the youngsters squeal

How old? In years? A few at most, 

She’s further down Jurassic Coast

Pre-Cambrian? BC? AD?

All weathered by the sun and sea. 

She’s rock and roll and old as Gneiss;

Remembers Dartmoor’s glacier ice

Can’t date with carbon; or phone App

But gets a mention on Tithe Map

She made an Ark as I recall

Which rests in Bea and Alan’s hall

Sporting vintage; cultural wicket

Gets involved with village cricket 

One story which is fondly told, 

West Indies vs Rest of world.

Track and trace, google, wiki,

British Library search is tricky

No longer Three score years and Jen.

She’s tallied up another ten.

Through 80 years she’s seen and done,

And all of it with cheeky fun.

The artist touch, the potters flare

Smell of pasties in the air

Fresh cream teas served up in Looe;

The only thing as good as you

Happy 80th Birthday! 

Big love and hugs from ian, Clare and the Democratic Republic of Haiti…