a giant ‘bout seven foot five
called samuel (no longer alive)
woke up one day
from out of the clay
and decided he needed a stride
first words were ‘ey up mi duck
ah-rait? come reply wi' a look
ow were startled to bits
and left sam in fits
of laughter that dug in like hooks
he popped in museum t'see
what's app'nin' wi' town's history
wi' height on this bloke
worra bit on a joke
but he got in f' nowt (and for free!)
face t’ face wi’ a sculptured brown rat
he pondered and took off his hat
as he combed through his beard
an assistant appeared
said ‘ey up - ah'll tell you baht that
so he did then sam told his tale
ah thought that thee looked a bit pale
try a pub around here
we're not short o' beer
said assistant (you guessed - he was
male)
and sam said he missed this old place
he remembered its charm and the grace
and pride in the town
and its fair was the crown
once a year - folk thought it was ace
is it still going? asked sam
you bet – and sam clapped his hands
year twelve fifty- two!
it’s still going true
you should hear the noise from its fans
now - you might want t' change – fella said
if you don't mind me saying - being dead
you've got quite a pong
and you wouldn't go wrong
wi' a wash and a sponge round your neck
ah'll do that - then go for a drink
if you're sayin' it's true that ah stink
observart'ry's near
and there's others round here
said assistant wi' a nod and a wink
outside - by alleyway at square
market were on - selling pairs
of socks and of pants
so he took up his chance
and walked through wi' nowt but a care
what size?! said the man at the stall
by ‘eck - we'd struggle that tall
you could sew on a bit
and maybe ‘t ‘ll fit
you’re bigger than any barn door
sam gave up on that and instead
walked round to stretch out his legs
there were fruit stalls and ‘phones
bananas and bones
and bookstalls and hens’ and ducks’ eggs
now sam were amazed what they’d got
he remembered this old market spot
and back in his day
it wor lively wi’ play
then he heard ‘bout plans it had got
we’re proud of us market – us folks
our customers (women and blokes)
and our stallholders’ smiles
they stretch out for miles
like we’ve bin told the funniest joke
there’s whisperings here going on
our stalls may be soon enough gone
will you sign our petition?
we’re in a collision
it’s like they’ve taken our favourite song
sam thought of the old market stalls
as he sat on a nearby wall
he got chatting with lads
and grannies and dads
and girls (cuddling tight to their dolls)
there was lots to be said from this lot
there were thoughts and some history (in pots!)
they rambled along
about ilkeston
he let them go on ‘til they stopped
i wish i could fly one did say
i like to walk ‘long nutbrook way
i once worked at stanton
now memories cling on
and look at my hair – how it’s grey
you know il’s’on was once a spa town?
hence bath street (goes up and goes down)
had railways and trains
now we seem to have waned
duke of rutland must be clawing the ground
i collect up the acorns like medals
i once had a toy car with pedals
i sometimes get cross
but i’ve stopped that because
it was like i was stuck on a treadle
some pipes stanton made – we exported
and during the war we supported
there was smoke that was thick
the airplanes were tricked
missed factory – so bombings were thwarted
i’m kirk hallam – from just o’er there
i’m cotmanhay and i love the fair
where there’s hot dogs and onions
(my grandma got bunions)
by the end there’s no cash to spare
more gathered around samuel’s knees
told of wishes and hopes and of dreams
one offered a chip
and a drink (just a sip)
and chattered like rattling keys
have you tasted a curry or pizza?
or thai food or a good pint of bitter?
sam considered this stuff
he replied (off the cuff)
that it’s lovely now i can greet ya
but you see from my clothes – i’ve
been dead
i got up (my head felt like lead)
i’m a giant you see
and between you and me
i got bored of staying in bed
if you measure – i’m seven foot…more
(the kids and adults cried cor)
my money’s from those
who watched my stiff pose
as i stood in the sideshows before
o i see – said the curious crowd
so they took him around and about
showed library and hall
the co-op and all
the scala - the church and their doubts
the doubts? asked our sam when he
heard
yes – we’re troubled they said – and
we’re feared
that our old reputation
has hit degradation
as they chatted – they tugged at his
beard
show me more – sam said – show me
more
it’s been ages – i wish i had called
you before this had happened
though i feel quite flattered
you told me you were all out of sorts
show me where you go swimming and
play
victoria baths – o i say
and what about tennis
and cricket and any
walks along old heanor way?
o – the cop shop – there’s paths round
the side
you can pedal to stabbo’ on bike
but allotments are going
no seeds more a-sowing
there’s houses buildin’ up far and wide
said the giant- i still really stink
i’m unwashed – and could do with a
sink
we’ll take him t’ bogs
said a lad wi’ a dog
sam accepted (no needing to think)
he scrubbed up quite nicely – quite
clean
though his pallor was drab and has-
been
the local beautician
made it her mission
to make him the sweetest they’d seen
the bennerley viaduct still up?
o aye said an old bloke – tut tut
it’s not looking well
it’s like an old shell
you can see it from school – full o’
rust
so how do you travel about?
on buses –they’ll not charge you owt
you look fairly old
and if you’re quite bold
y’ can ask ‘em or give ‘em a clout
sam chortled and got on the bus
said thanks to the kids (acting tough)
the driver just laughed
at the shoppers aghast
that’s nothing to what i’ve seen mi duck
there’s swans wander out in the front
and cats sit and wait like they’re drunk
there’s kids at kirk hallam
and whatever you tell ‘em
they open the back like a trunk
now then – you look like old sam
the gentlest giant – yes i am
so sam squeezed on in
wi’ the widest of grins
and nattered with someone called pam
getting off at the park were some seats
that went round and round - worra treat!
the blue roundabout
had dizzied him out
and he waivered as he got to his feet
so there at the green granby park
he harked to the cries of dogs’ barks
and the sweet sound of birdcall
had him totally enthralled
when he noticed it was getting quite dark
he missed the days when he lived
so he wondered if owt he could leave
behind for the town
would be passed on and down
by the sculpture - he pictured a tree
the tree is a yew – that’s the one
to grow with our daughters and sons
and their children and more
then more by the score
symbolic and infinite – done!
he told his ideas to the kids
said this is the notion – let’s dig
on that piece of land
the kids said that’s grand
now what stands in that space will grow big
and bigger and bigger and tall
and regenerate and not fall
like us il’s’on folk
tough as old boots we cope
and salt of the earth – that’s our call
so old sam went back to his grave
and the tree grows as tall as the days
that grows on and on
with names etched upon
a symbol of ilkeston’s ways
written for the Ilkeston Festival
poem funded by Derbyshire County Council
