I'll bet his extremities are frozzen sat up theer in't cowd.
Comment by Poet on 9th March 2018 at 01:19
You wouldn't think we statues felt the cold,
But I could do with a stroll to warm me up,
I'm thinking the cafe has hot soup to sup.
I'm off there tonight after Tommy turns up.
Comment by Ken R on 9th March 2018 at 04:20
Nice photo. That toe still gets lots of rubbing even on cold day.
Comment by Veronica on 9th March 2018 at 05:30
Si thi' yon mon int' park wit stone belly
That's 'im 'us run off wi' eauwr Nellie.
Serves 'im reet fer gerrin caught,
Cast in stone, allus cowd 'un deep in thought!
Take heed of this little ditty
No need to waste on him your pity
Like Dorian Grey's portrait in the attic
Aged in his chair he remains, forever static!
A very thought provoking picture Eileen and the memories it stirs up!
Comment by Linda massa on 9th March 2018 at 07:29
The number of people that have rubbed that 👠 shoe.
Comment by . Ozymandias . on 9th March 2018 at 08:52
What's this 👠 that keeps cropping up periodically?. Is it rude word hitherto unknown to me?...and how do you pronounce it?
Comment by irene roberts on 9th March 2018 at 09:12
I love the poems, Poet and Veronica....they have brightened my morning! I remember my Dad lifting me up to rub the shoe but Sir Francis's sightless eyes frightened me and I only pretended to make a wish. Sometimes, on Winter nights in the little house I grew up in, I would imagine Sir Francis sitting in the icy, foggy park, and I would shiver and edge closer to the fire. I lifted my children up to rub the shoe and the little boy I lifted up now lifts up my grandchildren. I think it's lovely that Wigan's present and future children will carry on this tradition and I hope all their wishes come true.
Comment by Poet on 9th March 2018 at 09:56
There is poetry aplenty in your last comment Irene. Beautiful .
Good photo Eileen.
Comment by irene roberts on 9th March 2018 at 11:51
Thankyou, Poet. Eileen.... I hadn't realised it was you who had taken the photo...well done! It's beautiful, and timeless to Wigan eyes.
Comment by Helen of Troy on 9th March 2018 at 14:37
I loved that verse Veronica !
In my mind I could still read it with a strong Lancashire lilt !
Comment by Tony Haslam on 9th March 2018 at 16:52
Where are the chains around the monument, anybody know
Comment by From Where on 9th March 2018 at 17:18
Let me be , let me be , let me be !
Leave my foot alone , donít polish , donít crowd , just see. I was once important but now Iím not , hand the chalice to the now , not to the long forgot!
Comment by Dave (Oy) on 9th March 2018 at 17:26
Nice shot Eileen :)
Comment by Veronica on 9th March 2018 at 18:00
Thats very nice of you to say so Helen.... It's just a bit of fun. Many's the time I have heard Mr Powell described as 'that mon in park wit' stone belly'!
Comment by Veronica on 10th March 2018 at 07:22
Irene I'm almost sure I have read your words before ... Was it from one of your articles in 'Past Forward'? I know you wrote about the park. Anyway it sounds lovely and cosy!
Comment by irene roberts on 11th March 2018 at 15:40
Yes, Veronica. The words are from my article, "Yesterday in the Park".
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