Bill Lythgoe (28/08/1941 / Wigan, UK)
In the beginning, only singing birds
Spread messages across a virgin earth.
Then apes turned into humans, grunts to words.
The fertile womb of speech gave joyous birth
To nights outside the cave, around the fire;
To storytellers, orators and bards.
And then the written word swept culture higher
As poets, playwrights, novelists took charge.
Now mobiles, satellites, the internet
Post words all round the planet, on display.
So all of us take every chance we get,
Through emails, texts and blogs, to have our say.
And Homer, Shakespeare, Tolstoy can’t compete
In just one-forty characters – tweet tweet.
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