I really do wish I did. Because if I loved
lawnmowers I could go
to the lawnmower museum I just heard
about on the radio in a piece
about small museums.
It's in Southport apparently -
a seaside town ‘fringed to the north by
the Ribble Estuary', according to Wikipedia.
It would be quite a trip to go up there,
and I'd almost certainly
have to stay the night. I think I might stay
in the Prince of Wales Hotel which looks
conveniently situated for the station
and the museum too. I can hardly bear
to think how much I'd be looking forward
to making that trip if I loved lawnmowers.
On the radio they said they have all sorts
of models from Victorian ones all the way
through to a state-of-the-art robot one
that's powered by solar energy.
If I was planning the visit I'd probably
have a bit of a virtual walk-round
on Street View, and in fact I've just done
exactly that in an effort to capture the feeling
I'd have if I was actually anticipating
a trip to the lawnmower museum.
Exploring the area I discovered
that Southport looks very much like
Weston-Super-Mare, where, as it happens,
I stayed in a halfway-house many
years ago, after doing a stint in rehab.
Now heroin - that I loved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
''... I can hardly bear / to think how much I'd be looking forward / to making that trip... '' :)) funny [ ''... Riesco a malapena / a pensare a quanto sarei impaziente / di fare quel viaggio... '' ]