tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273818246446631545.post594775487228861606..comments2023-05-24T16:57:34.393+01:00Comments on WelshPoet: Forever WalkAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07859018754950095778noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273818246446631545.post-34277547345785191732011-03-26T05:02:40.912+00:002011-03-26T05:02:40.912+00:00And it is it seems a thankless job. But as with po...And it is it seems a thankless job. But as with poetry in days of old, the thanks had no vessel in which to be transported. My nan spend almost 60 years of her general practise giving voluntary consultation and treatment at her local community health centre as well as weekly from her home. Today her remains are being cremated. And I wonder how many thanks never reached her ear... let alone her pockets.arquioushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09130135453198927743noreply@blogger.com