Monday, May 7, 2012

Memories of the River Swale

MAGPIE 116

image: River Irwell by R.A.D. Stainforth
Photograph Courtesy Tess, Kinkaid, Magpie Tales

You, me and the dog
One hot Yorkshire day
Abandoned our desks
And ran far away
 
Like children without care
We flew holding hands
Peels of laughter
But senses so aware 

Shoes thrown on the grass
We waded and trod
Cares left behind
The removed clear glass 

Freedom at last in the Swale
No eyes watching
Our tiny escapade
Deep in the Dale
 
Touching and daring to dream 
Of beyond today
Hearts knowing that
Tears could only stream

Years have come and gone
Waters continue flowing
Lovers long parted
The watching eyes won 




Barbara M Lake
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Trinidad WI
May 2012







 
 





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33 comments:

  1. Very poignant as usual, Bee. You do seem to hit the right nerves with your poetic memories.

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    1. Thank you. I couldn't quite catch what I wanted to say - but that's maybe because I only took 15 minutes and played around with it as I was typing it.

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  2. 'The watching eyes won'...as always. :) Nice!

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  3. The last stanza is very true. Only memories left and we can only see the flowing body of water now. Great write Bee!

    Hank

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    1. Those memories are crystal clear - just as the water was. Thanks Hank

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  4. a bit bitter sweet for me...the freedom in that moment...did not last, the river did...and the watching eyes...but for that moment it was magic...smiles.

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    1. There was great freedom that afternoon. Snatched freedom. I can still feel the hot sun, hear the gushing water and feel its coolness. Even my Labrador, long gone, knew it!

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  5. Can someone please tell me how to get the "'s' out of "Bee's Blog"??? It's driving me mad!

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  6. Beautiful Bee...I especially like "watching eyes won"...

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  7. This is so lovely and touching.

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  8. Hi Bee. I'm back, stopped by to vist!!

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    1. Nice to see you - thank you for taking the time to come by,

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  9. For me, the "daring to dream" is what this whole poem is about. You evoke exactly the right atmosphere. Lovely work.

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    1. Coming from you Dave that's praise indeed - thank you so much because if truth be told I'm not that happy with it.

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  10. I think you've not yet realised, that to link to a specific post, you need to click on, and highlight, the post title, before copying and pasting the URL from the bar above, into Tess's Linky! By all means email me, if you need further explanation. :)

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  11. Love the rhyme and flow to this beautiful poem Bee! Lovely writing indeed!! :-)

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  12. ah those long ago escapes! Lovely poignant poem

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    1. Thank you Kathe - yes they were long ago. But I remember it as though it were yesterday!

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  13. I love how we both went way back to rivers of our childhood!

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    1. Me too. It was a river of my childhood but also a river of my early 20s after many years away. I remember I was wearing a micro mini which had swirls of psychedelic colours!

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  14. Looking back - such a pleasant read!

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    1. Thank you Tumblewords. Looking back can sometimes be good for the soul.

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  15. Childhood memories are always special... :)

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  16. Hi Bee, so happy to see you back. Missed you.

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  17. I guess we have all had such an escapade but I hope for at least some of us the 'watching eyes' did not win! Lovely writing.

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