{"id":226,"date":"2013-11-26T22:41:05","date_gmt":"2013-11-26T22:41:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=226"},"modified":"2014-08-13T22:43:04","modified_gmt":"2014-08-13T22:43:04","slug":"elegy-sweet-afton","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/elegy-sweet-afton\/","title":{"rendered":"Elegy &#8211; Sweet Afton"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-2787\" alt=\"Sweet Afton\" src=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/Sweet-Afton.jpg\" width=\"335\" height=\"150\" \/><\/p>\n<p>It was just another brand<br \/>\nJust another cigarette<br \/>\nNothing of which to be proud<br \/>\nOr noteworthy, but yet<br \/>\nTo those who with up have grown<br \/>\nAnd those who it have smoked<br \/>\nLament its passing in these tough times<br \/>\nAnd nostalgia it has provoked.<\/p>\n<p>It was my mothers cigarette<br \/>\nFor all the years when I was young<br \/>\nNo filters for her, oh no, no way<br \/>\nRaw tobacco upon the tongue<br \/>\nAnd I a child, on its boxes drew<br \/>\nPictures in my childish play<br \/>\nAnd an artist I was in my own mind<br \/>\nAs I drew in my boyish way<\/p>\n<p>Faces and cars and all sorts of things<br \/>\nCan captured imagination at the time<br \/>\nAnd on the front I read words of Burns<br \/>\nAnd his Sweet Afton rhyme.<br \/>\nAnd from these boxes, so simple design<br \/>\nI discovered of culture a part<br \/>\nOf which little interest in whom I might have shown<br \/>\nA love of Burns work it planted in my heart.<\/p>\n<p>And as the years on my mothers life<br \/>\nBattling hard and strong in frailer health<br \/>\nShe to time and to eternal sleep succumbed<br \/>\nAs Death steadily crept in by stealth<br \/>\nShe passed in her time, as all must do<br \/>\nAll things they come to an end<br \/>\nWithrawn were the cigarettes she so did love<br \/>\nWhile playing cards, to smoke,\u00c2\u00a0 the hours spend.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was just another brand Just another cigarette Nothing of which to be proud Or noteworthy, but yet To those who with up have grown And those who it have smoked Lament its passing in these tough times And nostalgia it has provoked. It was my mothers cigarette For all &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[155,22,7],"tags":[355,354,356],"class_list":["post-226","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-death","category-family-stories","category-life","tag-irish-cigarettes","tag-sweet-afton","tag-sweet-afton-cigarettes","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-3E","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":400,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/culture-from-a-cigarette-packet\/","url_meta":{"origin":226,"position":0},"title":"Culture from a Cigarette Packet","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"29th August 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"Words I read of Aftons waters Green braes and other lines of Burns the bard, On a packet of cigarettes What funny places culture throws her card! And from there more of Burns I read, The more of his writings to read I desired, For I am a poet, though\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Ghost Stories&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Ghost Stories","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/folklore-and-legend\/ghost-stories\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Sweet Afton Cigarettes","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Sweet-Afton-Cigarettes.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Sweet-Afton-Cigarettes.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Sweet-Afton-Cigarettes.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Sweet-Afton-Cigarettes.jpg?resize=700%2C400 2x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Sweet-Afton-Cigarettes.jpg?resize=1050%2C600 3x"},"classes":[]},{"id":2737,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/jolly-freemasons-clarifications-of-confusions\/","url_meta":{"origin":226,"position":1},"title":"Jolly Freemasons Clarifications of Confusions","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"26th June 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"A humerus explanation of masonry, of which I am a member, which in typical Carty fashion causes more confusion than clarification! There is no manual handling We bear no safe pass for any to see Were honest men not speculators Though speculative masons we be! 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Condemned he was by parson and people, in pulpit and in letter! Shame on the ladies who walked out with a man like he! The lad that loved the lasses scorned them all\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Writers&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Writers","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/writers\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Robert Burns","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/writingsinrhyme.celtichosting.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/Robert-Burns-234x300.png?resize=350%2C200&ssl=1","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":4265,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/say-hello-to-all-the-poets\/","url_meta":{"origin":226,"position":4},"title":"Say Hello to all the Poets","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"20th January 2018","format":false,"excerpt":"Dedicated to the memory of the late Kay Kinghammer, of the Blackwater Poetry Group, R.I.P. 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