We watched the iron tubes
floating slowly up the Thames
giant parts on a freight barge
I remember him saying
look, that’s the Eye
it was on its way
to its resting place on the south bank
we had no idea then
Just what we were witnessing?
we were too busy kissing and frolicking
of course, as young lovers do
sunday’s were magical back then
and now?
more than twenty years have passed
when I see the enormous London Eye
from the plane descending into my darling Heathrow
flying close to all the famous landmarks
and the captain announces
“ Ladies and Gentlemen on your right you can see the eye”
especially when it’s daylight and the sky is clear blue
it reminds me of my youth
and my innocence and those first kisses
that will always be within my heart
hidden in a secret box of ageless love.
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and your poetry will always be welcome in my home Teddy.
Truly honoured dearest Melvin. I miss home every day just like if I was there I'd miss here. My friend sent me photos of the aurora over Richmond on Saturday, makes me feel a bit homesick, ive never seen it, apparently it was also visible here in parts. Thank you for your gorgeous words 🌹
I'm glad you do visit your old familiar London places sometimes, Teddy. And It's true, not only are the places familiar , but the freshly reawakened memories that go with them.
Very true dear Dave, thank you so much. 🌹
Those memories of the past are priceless Teddy.
Andy
Moreover those of my darling London that I miss so much somedays. Thank you dear Andy. 🌹
Memories stimulated by a fragment of the past. Such an interesting way of representing it in choosing "the eye" an eye that looks back into time and sees the past. Oblivious to what is happening it sees times gone by. Sweetly nostalgic. Loved it Teddy
Thank you dear sorrenbarret, you have a very gracious way of bringing out my intellect, it's surprising to to even me. 🤣
A sight to behold .. I remember when it was going up .. the Eye that is .. and of seeing it in motion from both my old mates top flat window and from the air upon landing .. for you, coming home and seeing such familiar landmarks it must be even more special ... Neville 🌹
That's when I remember it, I left a short time after was a magical moment for London and today it's even more special. Thank you dearest Nev. 🌹
Reflecting back to younger days of where you grew up and feeling the connection to those places is special within all of us Teddy. I have the same feelings of my hometown of Scituate, Massachusetts. Our favorite memories are always calling us to come back. 🌹
Even more than the kisses London itself was truly magical in the late 1990's I left London shortly after. But it doesn't seem that way once I land once again onto the cobbles. Thank you dear A.P 🌹
I know what you mean Teddy. I think it's because 1, you're older now but you still have the memories of when you were younger. And things have changed since you got older. I'm the same way with my old neighborhood. All the trees have grown to 3 and 4 times the size they were when I was a young boy so it sort of makes the neighborhood look like its shrunk. I can vividly remember all the trails out in the woods, but to walk in those woods today the trails are all gone, it looks nothing like it did 50 - 60 years ago. But I remember it like it was yesterday. It's no wonder I'm so nostalgic these days. 🤔
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