Sound Cafe goes from strength to strength, and poets are bursting out of every corner, as are painters, musicians and singers. It’s amazing what talents people have – and I find that as artists people tend to be very clear-eyed, down-to-earth and unpretentious. Poems are accumulating in the Sound Cafe folder and soon we will have enough to produce a Sound Cafe booklet. How great would that be?
I shall be strutting my stuff again at St Martin’s house today, so if you’re in the area come on down. It’s from 1.30 – 3.30 pm, St Martin’s House Leicester:
Meanwhile, here is today’s guest poem from Maxine:
On Board
On board on board
There runs a train
Steam, steam she goes
Steam, steam she blows
Ticket, whistle and go
A funny track of time I know
Every tree every field
Searches for me
Words to sing
Words to rhyme
Inviting you to
Sound, sound cafe
Here I train Here I come.
Sarada Gray 