Today at Swarthmore John Baron, one of the founders of the Leeds Wellbeing Web and reporter for The Guardian taught us about community reporting.
We learnt the basics in knowing how to find a story, write the story and how to add links and images.
At the moment, I do not have a story but I do have another poem.
ZIGGY’S RIP OFF
Sigmund sniggered
In a schoolboy manner
Spellbound
By a dirty book.
When I told him
Of the dreams
It was like
Staring with love
At the ceiling
Of my mind.
But his response
Was disappointing.
‘When you were small,
Was your mother pretty?’
I soon tired of this farce
My temper was provoked
So I picked up
His dirty book –
And had a snigger
Myself.
The consultation was done.
A waste of time
And a waste of money.
My friends had warned me.
These crackpots –
With their godless ideals.
My dreams were still
A mystery
And the daylight visions
Of the angel Gabriel
Hanging from a tree.
By Daniel Tavet
Striking poem Daniel,…simple message, be careful who you share your dreams with!…but thanks for taking risk here.
Su
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Thanks Sue
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Daniel that poem was amazing – you are so talented – wow. Really interesting too.
XXX Vicky
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