It’s grim up North <br />chilly on Adrian’s balls. <br /> <br />a rediscovered Roman rubbish <br />dump <br />has been uncovered. <br /> <br />But what garbage. <br />Such treasure. <br /> <br />The ordinary everyday <br />turned into <br />the stuff of museums. <br /> <br />But the fort at Vindalandia <br />was also in times gone past <br /> <br />a Roman mailbox. <br /> <br />A treasure of letters <br />written in Latin <br />on wood shavings. <br /> <br />Letters from the past <br />finally arrive at last. <br /> <br />“Dearest Blah Blah & Blah <br />...am sending you a parcel <br />of socks, shoes & <br />underpants! ” <br /> <br />Priceless. <br /> <br />The letters finally get delivered <br />to the 20th century. <br /> <br />Nothing changes much <br />since then. <br /> <br />It’s grim up North <br />chilly on Adrian’s balls.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-grim-up-north-for-me-old-pal-al/
