Lean in...

Mixed day, busy one at work as I'm off tomorrow and also we were having a Poetry Wave as opposed to a Mexican wave as today is National Poetry Day here. Starting at 9.00 am in one far flung branch library people were reading, reciting, declaiming their own or their favourite poems, most branches taking part had about half an hour before the next slot started. People took to it enthusiastically, we couldn't shut them up. My favourite was Josephine here in Skibbereen. She's not very mobile and someone normally drops the books up to her as she doesn't live too far away. But hearing about the Poetry Wave she got her walking frame and came back down with Sharon and among others recited Timothy Dan , a poem she remembered her dad telling her when she was little. There's nothing wrong with her memory.

Timothy Dan
Is a very rich man,
And he keeps all his wealth in his pockets : 
Four buttons, a box,
The keys of two clocks,
And the chain of his grandmother Margaret's locket.
A big piece of string
(It's a most useful thing),
A watch without hands,
And there rubber bands,
Five glassy marbles,
Some tail-ends of chalk,
A squeaker that once
Made a golliwog talk,
A broken-down penknife
With only one blade,
And a little toy boat
That him grandfather made.

You'd never believe
(Hearing such a long list)
That there's room in each pocket
For one little fist ;
You'd never believe 
That the smallest of boys
Could carry so much
In his wee corduroys.