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
May 2012
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Very poignant as usual, Bee. You do seem to hit the right nerves with your poetic memories.
ReplyDeleteThank 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.
DeleteThe last stanza is very true. Only memories left and we can only see the flowing body of water now. Great write Bee!
ReplyDeleteHank
Those memories are crystal clear - just as the water was. Thanks Hank
Deletea 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.
ReplyDeleteThere 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!
DeleteYes they always do.
ReplyDeleteCan someone please tell me how to get the "'s' out of "Bee's Blog"??? It's driving me mad!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Bee...I especially like "watching eyes won"...
ReplyDeleteThank you Tess
DeleteThis is so lovely and touching.
ReplyDeleteThank you to you too thingy
DeleteHi Bee. I'm back, stopped by to vist!!
ReplyDeleteNice to see you - thank you for taking the time to come by,
DeleteFor me, the "daring to dream" is what this whole poem is about. You evoke exactly the right atmosphere. Lovely work.
ReplyDeleteComing from you Dave that's praise indeed - thank you so much because if truth be told I'm not that happy with it.
DeleteI 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. :)
ReplyDeleteIt was a typo - thanks.
DeleteLove the rhyme and flow to this beautiful poem Bee! Lovely writing indeed!! :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'm encouraged.
Deleteah those long ago escapes! Lovely poignant poem
ReplyDeleteThank you Kathe - yes they were long ago. But I remember it as though it were yesterday!
DeleteI love how we both went way back to rivers of our childhood!
ReplyDeleteMe 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!
DeleteLooking back - such a pleasant read!
ReplyDeleteThank you Tumblewords. Looking back can sometimes be good for the soul.
DeleteChildhood memories are always special... :)
ReplyDeleteAlways Trell.
DeleteHi Bee, so happy to see you back. Missed you.
ReplyDeleteNice to be back.
DeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteMe too. Thank you for liking.
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