AuburnScribbler

NG24

 

I despair a little; when I am away,

But when I do return, a smile is born again,

With glee, I frequent the rough edges, and the postcard scenes,

Where both sickly mundanity; and the calm; mix well in this breeze.

 

I despair a little, when I am not here,

For the changes made in time, may leave me to fear,

That the roles may have reversed, thus a local boy; is a stranger,

Thus, prospectively, all those; and that; I have loved, now become my danger.

 

But, I will not despair, in my absence,

For I have good faith, that strong is its essence,

So, when I can my friend, I will drink, in order to toast a pledge,

Continue being you, my home, my rock, quite simply a living ledge!

Comments3

  • dusk arising

    Newark on Trent the lovely market town where my parents spent their late years. Indeed I grew up a little further up the river in the big bad city itself.
    I appreciate your words as one who too strayed away and sees with different eyes on returning.

    Your rock, your springboard.

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read dusk arising, and it's a very small world indeed! Glad that your parents enjoyed old Newark town, and regarding to yourself, I'm guessing "the big bad city" in question is Nottingham?

      Thanks for the kind words, and as we've agreed, though we need to grow, we need to remember where we came from. I hope that all is well.

    • orchidee

      Good write AS.

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thank you for the read orchidee, I hope that all is well!

      • Goldfinch60

        I now how you feel, I was brought up in Rochester in Kent but it is so changed now to the way it was when I moved to the Midlands 22 years ago.

        Andy

        • AuburnScribbler

          Thank you for the read Andy, and glad that you are on side with this statement.

          Rochester? I always wanted to go there, as I'm a fan of the life and works of John Wilmot (2nd Earl of Rochester), and have been told that it's a beautiful place, but as you've said, the raw beauty of places can be swept away, with modern change, but glad you've found some solace in the Midlands later on.

          Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.



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