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Help Create The Barnsley Poem

Wednesday November 7 2012



BUDDING poets from across Barnsley are being invited to help create a poem about the town.

The Barnsley people's poem will be recorded at the Civic on November 10, with guidance from poet Ian McMillan.

The poem will be played for visitors at the Experience Barnsley Museum, opening at the town hall next summer.

The event starts at 10.30am and will be finished by 12.30pm.

The event is open to all and suitable for families and children – just turn up on the day to take part.

* Just for fun: We thought we'd have a go at a WAB version!
We will start you off and lets do it like a pass the story - feel free to join in! *

Barnsley - how we love thee...




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Reply Posted by Aunt Hilder on Wednesday November 7 2012 at 19:44
Barnsley - how we love thee
A friendly place to be
A pie, a pint, a plate of tripe
That's what you mean to me.

Reply Posted by Karina Hare on Wednesday November 7 2012 at 21:40
I first met thee
When ar' were a nipper
And I walked through the centre o T'aan
I fell deep in love
I'm the hand, your mi glove
I love thee like mi comfy owd slipper

Reply Posted by david on Wednesday February 6 2013 at 19:48
Hi

Reply Posted by det on Thursday November 8 2012 at 02:05
Barnsley - How we love Thee
With your over abundant boozers
and Keith Hill's losers
Di dum Di dum Di Dee

Reply Posted by Aunt Hilder on Thursday November 8 2012 at 04:34
Barnsley-how we love thee
But how about a point, or three
It's the Premier League we dream for
So get a goal for a winning score

Barnsley - how we love thee
But where are the fans you like to see
Empty stands and seats abound
Winning games will bring them round

Barnsley - how we lice thee
But poetry is not our cup of tea
As you can see from my attempts
I think I had better stick to (what rhymes with attempts!)

Reply Posted by Eric Bailey on Friday November 9 2012 at 21:16
Barnsley Area littered with many coal mines
Men working in them would damage there spines.

Many companys we had making many products in glass
almost all of them now closed and put out to grass.

A bobbin mill we once had making bobbins from wood
All the woollen mills are now gone, bobbin mill gone for good.

A paper mill making paper for your dailys on Old Mill Lane
Closed down many years ago nothing seems to remain.

Barnsley Canister company we knew as the Tin oyl
Now everything wrapped in polythene and tin foil.

Barnsley Brewery making bitter, stout and pale ale
Was closed down when it was put up for sale.

Nothing left of the linen mills, all now lost in the past
No real cobblers left they disappeared with there last.


Reply Posted by Eric Bailey on Friday November 9 2012 at 21:23
The poem is called. Barnsley How We Love Thee.

Reply Posted by Jane Ward on Saturday November 10 2012 at 00:46
Barnsley how we love thee
Its the friendliest place tha cud ever wish to be
Thal get no hairs un graces our cud is offered free
Wi got a lot er clout un dunt beat around the tree
So park thi bum kettles on one lump or three
al tell thi stuff abart r tarn mi muvver favver un me

Reply Posted by Where? on Saturday November 10 2012 at 01:04
Where is this being held please? It doesn't say WHERE to turn up! Thanks

Reply Posted by Anon on Wednesday November 14 2012 at 13:34
"...guidance from 'poet' Ian McMillan" ???

Jeez! Some of these fun attempts may actually stand a chance then!! In fact, are these comments your initial drafts, Ian?

Reply Posted by sharon on Thursday April 11 2013 at 11:22
BARNSLEY OF YORE
Can you remember Barnsley.
And how it used to be?
The picture houses that have gone,
How it saddens me.
The Ritz, the Star, the Princess,
Alhambra, Globe and more;
One ended up a furniture shop,
And one burned to the floor.

Can you remember Barnsley
And the stalls up Market Hill?
At Cheapside and the Gas Nook?
I wish they were there still.
Can you remember Barnsley
With Varley’s homely caff,
Crow’s with roast beef butties,
And folk enjoyed a laugh?

Can you remember Barnsley
We had dance halls galore:
The Gym, the Cuban and Three Cranes –
Now they are no more.
Can you remember Barnsley
When we had a theatre grand
Comedians, singers and the rest,
The best in all the land?


Can you remember Barnsley
With the Ebenezer there?
I was sorry when we lost it
(A new road was put there)
Can you remember Barnsley
When a bus station we had?
Now we are left without one –
It rally is too bad.

Can you remember Barnsley
And the shops at our Town End?
Now most of the shops are down
And we can’t go there to spend.
Can you remember Barnsley
As it used to be ?
Do all the things that’s happened
Make you as sad as me?

Will you remember Barnsley
For the planners we have there?
They want to take our green belt =
Don’t any of them care?
For people and the land we love
This is a bitter blow –
We’d lose our lovely countryside –
For birds no more hedgerow.

So think again, please, planners,
Seek some unwanted spot:
I’m sure if you just take the time.

this is something we were given in our day centre

Reply Posted by sharon on Thursday April 11 2013 at 11:26
BARNSLEY MARKET
I remember the old Barnsley market
Where mi’ mam took me each week
We’d spend hours browsing round
Where bargains we would seek.
First on’t shopping list
Were t’famous Barnsley chops.
There were nowt’ to compare
With flavour, it were’t tops.
I used to stand amazed
As plates spun in the air,
And marvelled at Joe Edwards
Expertly catching his ware.
There weren’t a tastier dish
In Barnsley to be found
Than Albert Hirst’s black pudding
It was renowned for miles around.
I used to love to go to Gas Nook
For a tasty pen’orth of chips
Served up on old newspaper
With vinegar that smarted your lips.
Then we’d get a pound of tripe
And a great big cowheel,
Served with bread and butter’
It were mi’ dad’s favourite meal.
Then we’d go to Market Hill
There were fruit and veg’ galore,
And a lovely aroma filled the air
It we’re coming from Guest’s store.
I have to admit the magic
Has long since gone,
As I wander around the market,
But fond memories linger on.


Ellen Hargate