Back To The Park

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Back To The Park


It’s mid July,

a summer’s day.

School is just

a memory away.

We lay on grass

and watch the sky

and count the clouds

as they pass by.

We talk of bands

we’d like to see -

Led Zeppelin, Quo,

Sabbath and Free.

Insects buzz,

a distant bark,

children playing

In the park.

You turn to me

and kiss my lips

and move in close,

hips to hips,

we look into

each others eyes -

Remember This ,

before goodbyes.

A perfect day,

a memory

of what was good -

just you and me

and all the dreams

we thought would last,

but now they’re just

part of the past.

We kept in touch,

but grew apart,

we lost the fire

in our hearts -

and then I heard

that you had died,

I’m not ashamed to say

I cried.

We had the world

and let it go

and now the park

is deep in snow,

a bitter wind

blows through the trees

and I remember

a summer breeze

that tousled your hair

and now I’m sad

for all the hopes

and dreams we had

that summer day,

those teenage kicks

in Wakefield

nineteen seventy six.


◄ Eostre

The Collector & The Collected ►


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M.C. Newberry

Wed 4th Apr 2018 16:45

A moist-inducing effect and a few blinks later and I'm happy
to join the rest to sing a song of praise for this vignette of
the passing of time and the old story of what might have been. Touching and timeless in its evocation of lost youth.

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Tue 3rd Apr 2018 20:18

Lovely heartfelt writing Ian and a joy to read. You really had me at 'and then I heard...'

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Hazel ettridge

Tue 3rd Apr 2018 19:43

Loved it. I have such similar memories. Did that really all happen in this same life I'm living now?

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Trevor Alexander

Tue 3rd Apr 2018 18:59

Exquisite! I loved this. Beautifully written - thanks for sharing.

Frances Macaulay Forde

Tue 3rd Apr 2018 15:25

Wonderfully heartfelt. Loved it, Ian.

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keith jeffries

Tue 3rd Apr 2018 15:07

Thank you for this as it was like stepping onto a carousel and reluctant to get off. Beautifully told with sentimental imagery at the fore.

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