Neville

On Returning to Gullworthy

On Returning to Gullworthy

 

There is an old stone bridge,

somewhere

way over yonder, that still

crosses our Tamar ..

Some way before she reaches

weirhead and where

the salmon, still leap in threes ..

There is also a hovel,

well hidden behind brambles

and bracken,

where old Betsy Drury once

lived and cast spells ..

I note there is too, a derelict

cowshed still

barely standing and where

more than once,

we played doctors and nurses,

in old Dodges field ..

Oh’ my word folks, it feels I’ve

been away for years ..

Yet in spite of all that, I think

I might just have

caught sight of her recently ..

Still wearing a smile,

an Afghan, her beads and her flares ..