Pokesdown
Pokesdown
24th November 2011
Pokesdown’s festive season starts on Thursday 24th November with a Late Night Shopping Extravaganza, including Independant Traders Fayre, Activities for the Kids and the official switch ON of Pokesdown Green’s Christmas Tree lights by The Mayor. If you've lived here for any length of time you will remember that there was always a large well lit tree every year for Christmas so this is a welcome return of a lost tradition.
The evening will showcase Pokesdown – Bournemouth’s Vintage Quarter and celebrates this unusual and historic part of Bournemouth.
From 5.30pm there will be Childrens’ Activities including decorating the Christmas Tree, Carol Singing and a ‘Pokesdown Trail’ plus lots of Treats and Christmas Fun.
Local Traders will be extending their hours, with many offering Events and Special One-Night only Deals. The Tattoo Parlour Café plays Host to An Independant Traders Fayre which will feature Vintage Clothing, Crafts, Cupcakes, Silver Jewellery, Leather Handbags, Scented Candles, Hand Made Christmas Decorations and Much More!!
There will also be an opportunity to sample Holistic Massage and Eyelash Extensions, as well as Body Jewellery and Tattoo Consultations by Scribe Tattooing plus Festive Food and Drink and a variety of Fabulous Entertainment.
Come along and see what Pokesdown and The Tattoo Parlour Cafe has to offer this Christmas.
Pokesdown and Southbourne Ex-Servicemens Remembrance March
Sunday 13th November 2011
Walley Cobley leads the The Pokesdown & Southbourne Ex-Service Men's Parade for this years Remembrance March.
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From "The Bournemouth Song Book" by Cumberland Clarke (1929)
Pokesdown
Pokesdown, on the Christchurch Road, has grown a lot of late,
With the populace increasing at a very rapid rate.
It's a suburb now of Bournemouth, and a pleasant neighbourhood;
It is laid out very nicely, and the architecture's good.
It once was known as "Puck's Down," in the happy long ago,
Which suggests a scene of fairyland, with romance all aglow;
But of gorgeous, wooded scenery poor pokesdown is bereft,
And, I'm very much afraid, there are not many fairies left.
Yet I call to mind the Pokesdown Wood; In memory I see
It's grace and charm, which some while back brought happiness to me.
I have lingered in it's shadows, mid the wealth of trees and flowers,
And, communing there with Nature, I have passed some happy hours.
There were banks of moss and lichen, every kind of luscious growth;
There were violets and anemones, a plentitude of both;
And the sunshine glinting through the trees and brightening their green,
Formed a picture for the gods - a gorgeous transformation scene.
Where the woods was once a glory, there are houses now and streets;
And there's nothing much that's sylvan in the scenery one meets.
In my leisure moments often since the site was built upon,
I have wondered rather sadly, where the fairies have all gone.
Does it bring the fairies sorrow? Does it do them any good,
When the Builder's in possession, and they're exiled from their wood?
Do they whisper farewells to us, when at last they have to go?
I wonder - but I don't suppose that I shall ever know.
