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 ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: its all true folks .. Gullworthy = 5 cottages + an old church, a school and Dodges old cowshed .. we lived at number five .. 🤍
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Betsy will always be there for you Neville, the characters in our life are never forgotten.
Andy
Betsy was a healer .. she was said by many to be a witch .. there are primroses in her old garden all year round .. thanks Andy
Should I meet her?! lol.
the last I heard of her, she was living the far side of the Tamar .. in Fay country .. has anyone seen or heard from Fay by the way and is there anyway we can find out if she is ok ..
I was under the impression you were closest to Fay on this site, Neville. Would dearly like to know....couldn't prevail upon you to try contact via the usual method, could I?
I assure you, I have tried variously and often ..
I dunno. Maybe KP knows.
Man oh man, a rich word painting if I've ever read one... almost lived there myself....
PS: The afghan must have lost it's distinctive olfactory properties by now, surely?
Thank you Dave, I do appreciate the visit .. the Afghan in question, was mine, she borrowed it and it was subsequently nicked from our tent at some festival .. Oh' I'm sure you know anyway, but unless cremated, they never lose that certain something .. All Good Things squire 👍
Sounds like even though you feel like you've been away for years, you remember very vivid details! Took me on a trip for sure! But then again, you always do! I have to say, you're one of 3 people who always has me reaching for a dictionary. LOL-Thank you for the author comment. I feel like that was for my benefit 😁 I love how you play with words....most likely unintentional 💜
Indeed how extraordinarily kind you are Mistress LIZ .. and vastly appreciated too 💜
such a Rich and vivid tapestry
you've weaved dear Poet supreme
this is your Tintern Abbey
Wordsworth lives-on
I'm just proud, I get to call you friend
a badge I wear proud
thank you! what a delightful read
you've made my day, and its only 9am
Thank you brother M .. each sentiment well n truly reciprocated .. Neville
This is a reminiscence so sweet, and so beautifully told. You've taken a memory from its resting place, held it in your hands, and caressed it lovingly. Superb!
what a magnificent award you have bestowed upon my most recent of scribbles Bella .. and for which we are humbled and proud .. thank you so much .. Neville
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