A rant for Easter

As a special holiday gift, I'm having a rant about a new aspect of YHA
policy. Take a look at http://www.yhagroup.org.uk/archives/limited-means
.. Comments welcome.

YHA latest - sod "young people of limited means", we're after
"flashpackers".

See http://www.yhagroup.org.uk/archives/...s-flashpackers

she remembers
our mother riding
sidesaddle

must of
been 1963

the year the the Queenstown
centennial

probably their only
holiday

she remembers
tent and the
fire made

in a spit in
the ground

my cousin
brent
and I

made a hut
in the trunk
of a rotton poplar

helen was a girl

at bluff i remember her
at 12 or 13

as she was starting
to bloom

and we went out
on the oysterboat

at 5 am
with our uncle rana

the drew chucked
octopus at us

in fun
(I think)

and i could not find
the john...!

until I saw my uncle
with his bum over the side

helen is my
bestest friend

we are
getting older

we lean
one to t'other

we share
our dreams

some few secrets
and our time...

if poems
were made of memories

poems are made,
made of plums

peaches, nect-
arines...

minefields
courage

and helen
sweetness.

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Chris Hunt	A rant for Easter As a special holiday gift, I'm having a rant about a new aspect of YHA policy. Take a look at http://www.yhagroup.org.uk/archives/limited-means .. Comments welcome.

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Chris Hunt	Re: A rant for Easter YHA latest - sod "young people of limited means", we're after "flashpackers". See http://www.yhagroup.org.uk/archives/...s-flashpackers

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kaemon salvate	she remembers our mother riding sidesaddle must of been 1963 the year the the Queenstown centennial probably their only holiday she remembers tent and the fire made in a spit in the ground my cousin brent and I made a hut in the trunk of a rotton poplar helen was a girl at bluff i remember her at 12 or 13 as she was starting to bloom and we went out on the oysterboat at 5 am with our uncle rana the drew chucked octopus at us in fun (I think) and i could not find the john...! until I saw my uncle with his bum over the side helen is my bestest friend we are getting older we lean one to t'other we share our dreams some few secrets and our time... if poems were made of memories poems are made, made of plums peaches, nect- arines... minefields courage and helen sweetness.