My great Uncle was a tramp
56North of England village on the moors
Sunset in winter.Chilly for the homeless wanderer.
A great attempt at copying a painting by Lowry by a beginner artist
Unce Bill and the Angels
Down in the old coal mine.
To sit down and to dine.
I wander round the roads and streets
Where us children used to play.
And as I walk I am wondering
How I'll get fed today.
Yet,I know there's magic for I saw
Ten thousand angels filled with joy
Their voices ,soft like molten gold,
Just as the Bible has foretold
I saw three Shepherds in our street
Though we have no flocks of sheep
I saw three Magi coming here
They were stood right over there.
One had gold and one had myrrh,
Frankincense the third King bore.
As I've no job to tie me down
I followed them to Bethlehem Town.
And in a manger lay the Christ
As round the world, the rich men diced.
And Mary touched my wounded soul,
And Jesus' birth has made me whole
You see a tramp beg in your Malls,
You don't see Jesus Christ at all.
Yet I, a tramp,a worthless man,
Have seen the heart of Bethlehem.
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Fascinating. Thanks. I am at a point in my life where real people intrigue me more than imaginary folk, i.e., how they survived what they survived. Appreciate the information.
How is the UK faring? Perhaps you have written a hub about it. I will have to check and see.
Happy Monday, Barbara
I love your positive attitude and also your fresh new bouquet of pink flowers! Hugs!









Storytellersrus Level 7 Commenter 15 months ago
Is this a true story? I find the first verse very intense and would like more information. Thanks.