World poem day.

onebigvoice

I don't know if the poem "day" is still on, but, I just wrote this. 

  

I’m Welsh.

 

It’s a little bit funny, being Welsh inside

You don’t understand my feeling of pride

But if you were born here, there’s no need to explain

I was born in Cardiff, near the Cardiff Town Hall Bells.

 

When Wales play Rugby, the red is everywhere

I put on my Rugby shirt and joined the droves, walking into town

We walk into town to meet all our mates, a pint or two outside the Westgate,

but if in town there is only one place to go, and that’s the Old Arcade

for a pint of SA or that Dark Brains Dark Ale.

 

So you can tell everybody, I see you down there

I actually have a ticket, they were like golddust this year.

We beat our rivals, the English team.

I don’t think we had so much fun after all it was 2019.

 

Have we played that well since, I don’t know, at £110 a ticket

who would not want to go? 

I framed that ticket, Gate 3, Stairs 25, Level 6 Isle 605.

Block U5, Row 2 seat !, is where I put my bum.

 

I could have not asked for a better seat, sitting with my mates, we sang and we cheered

As we waited for the Choir to start, introduced by none other, Max Boyce.

The crowd warmed up, the national Anthems sung, and now, all that was left was the whistle to begin.

 

The Principality Stadium roared that day as we won,

 21 – 13, everyone singing, it had to be done.

There was no stopping the pride of Wales,

you try telling the other lot it's only a game.

 

To run onto that pitch in Red, the ultimate pride, for a Welshman, it is said

The cheers as we score, the roar of the crowd, as the conversions go over, another 2 points are allowed.

 

Next time in Cardiff, try on a match day and soak up the atmosphere of Wales on display

I’m so proud to say I’m Welsh through and through,

and have traveled the world from North to the South,

but nothing brings a tear, or sob to my throat

that lump of pride is now in my throat,

than to get a big hug, and hear Mum say, it's nice to have you back home in Wales.

 

No matter where I go on this earth, there is nothing that money can buy,

to show my pride when singing the Welsh National anthem with all of my mates

We may not have the best voices in the world, but god didn’t say that when he said,

Dai you’re a Welshman so let it be heard, this is God's county, and now it is yours.

 

 

 31/03/2024..

 

 

 OBV.

onebigvoice

PLAYGROUND ACCESS.

 

I received a letter from Scope about disabled access to playgrounds, which I am involved with in Cardiff.
  We are having great success with the parks departments and can't thank them enough for 1.  Not having to be told to do something but, 2.  Involving schools all around Cardiff to look at their areas and get the kid's ideas of what is needed to improve the facilities being provided and to add (if not already there) other access and equipment for disabled children to join in.
  With that in mind and to say thank you I wrote this:

  PLAYGROUND ACCESS.

 

The playgrounds and the garden are lots of fun, why are they not helped to have some fun.

Is it a thing that the parents need, to see that smiling face has just begun?

Being pushed on the swing away from you, and speeding along, and back again.

The simple pleasures we take for granted, release the inner child, that they could be granted.

 To have some fun, and see what I see, take a pace back, and look at their world.

A scream or shout the joy let out, as a simple ribbon on the end of a kite.

Swooping and turning, and down it comes, and then one tug and up again.

Tails of red, green, and blue, in the sky so far away.

Whether it’s raining or sunny outside, the joy of wind sends it high up in the cloud.

I love the wind and rain as well as I can feel natures touch through my hair

My parents don’t rap me up, Cos’ this is nature's kiss from above.

So why must I look for access to fun, am I, not just like everyone

I love to be a part of the scheme, and my friends come round to see where I’ve been.

I guess I am the lucky one, to have people who see me for who I am

I’m not the “poor child” in the chair, I am my mum's favorite child, she sees when she stares.

I’m no different from my brothers and sisters we are all loved by my mum, and we are all her special ones.

I have parents who care for us all, so I don’t need the fuss at all,

I can go faster in the wheelchair, which helps with the kite,

so I have my uses when flying that kite, a blur of the wheels and I’m out of sight,

My brothers don’t see me as disabled, because they use me to hold that long cable.

Now I am home, the day is done, I’m knackered, been out since dawn

I’m ready for food and a nice little nap, to recharge my batteries,

No not me, it’s that battery wheelchair.

I love going to school and meeting my mates because they see me for who I am,

They don't see a colour, or race, unless its 100 yards, and they can't keep pace.

I didn't tell them they will never win, I've pimped my ride so I'll always win.

 

06/04/2024.

 

Sanchez.

Zimba

@onebigvoice Some fantastic writing, you’re very talented… it brought tears to my eyes, thank you for sharing.

onebigvoice

@Zimba

Thank you for those kind word.

Tori_Scope

What a lovely poem @onebigvoice! I've sent it to my team, who think it's fantastic too Thanks for sharing it with us. 

It's also great to hear that you've been able to make some progress with your campaign in Cardiff! Keep up the good work. 

Involving schools all around Cardiff to look at their areas and get the kid's ideas of what is needed to improve the facilities being provided and to add (if not already there) other access and equipment for disabled children to join in.

This is a really nice idea from the council. Do you know if many schools have taken part so far?

onebigvoice

Yes, I wish I could take the credit for this but I was only a starter going back many years ago because I became disabled my self and found that taking my grand kids around the park, which I did often became restricted.
  And noted that Disabled access to play areas and other areas for disabled children was a bity hit miss.
  It was then I became an actavist in changing peoples attitude not only to the BADGE or PIDGEON hole I had been placed into by "ablebodied people"  My quest since then is to change peoples attitude to the term Disabled.  If you wish me to receive concessions because of my disability then do what it says on the box.  Resteraunts that say disabled access do have disabled access, but don't just stop there, and include disabled seating and toilets, and wider access to corridores and lifts.  I attended two assessments at Capita and found that, bearing in mind why I was there (as an appointee) failed at the start because once the wheel chair was in the lift no one could get in?