Poem 111 of 230:  THE MERSEY AT DIDSBURY - SPRING 2000

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Took bus one-four-three,
    From Piccadilly,
Along Oxford Road,
    Passed the old unis,
Those shops with saris,
    And my first abode.

At Didsbury Village,
    The Old Parsonage
Looked neat, and gave sound,
    As I walked the way,
At about midday,
    To a Mersey mound.

From atop this bank,
    No longer a blank
Was the strong river,
    Nor the wide fairways -
Where I’d filled two days,
    Twelve years earlier.

I then headed back,
    On Stenner Woods’ track
(Hearing more birdsong,
    And seeing mossed stumps
Plus native-tree clumps),
    To a human throng.

This throng was viewing -
    Justly pursuing -
The smart rock gardens,
    Sloped on Fletcher Moss,
Which I, too, did cross,
    Before homeward wends.

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com