 Things we miss!
The sound of leather on willow wood -
All whited players on green cricket pitch stood.
 Victorian piers where you can walk for miles -
Buttercup meadows divided by stiles.
Country cottages with herbaceous borders -
Eleven o’clock and the shout of “Last Orders”.
Pretty pubs tucked away in the countryside -
 The sea pounding promenades when it’s high tide.
The reflection of swans as they glide on a lake -
The feel of an icicle, the touch of a snowflake.
Building a snowman with smiling face -
Frost on spiders’ webs like the finest lace.
 The smell of grass just cut from the lawn -
Dew in the sunshine at the crack of dawn.
The joy of scrunching through autumn leaves -
I miss these things that my memory retrieves.
And things we don't!
Streets filled with umbrellas dripping with rain -
 Rivers of raindrops on window pane.
Scraping the ice from car windscreen -
The queues on pavements by each cash machine.
Green moss covering everything in the garden -
Parking meters and traffic warden.
A frown on everybody’s face -
The elusiveness of each parking space.
Groups chatting in doorways of busy shops -
 The plethora of traffic-lights, a thousand stops.
Millions of road cones and constant road blocks -
Every colour and shape of recycling box.
Politicians with their hollow speeches -
Bank holidays with their crowded beaches.
For these things we don’t yearn or reminisce -
For these are the things we will never miss.
Copyright © David Upton 2009 |
