In the one time
Of the long time
Of disappearance
From playing in the stream
Or laying on open moorland
Beside the trickling water
In the long time
Of the one time
Of remembrance
From kicking a ball
Or walking on the beach
Watching wave after wave after wave
In spring will I walk upon The Green
For all I’ve done so far is to rearrange the furniture
In springtime will I miss you more
Or is that another wistful wilful prediction
I was playing a brain training game
Having halfway sorted the sitting room
Why do I talk to the computer
Showing frustration at my own ineptitude
I only have my old memories
I must make some new ones
The past places have all gathered dust
I need to find somewhere shiny
In dream time or just before
I read a little of a lover’s love
For the book that she has found
For the story which she feels destined to tell
Listening to the cricket
England aiming to reach the semi-finals
Grey skies in the United Kingdom
But sunlight fills our hearts
The final leaves fall
As only the final leaves are able
The cricket nets
Have been pulled off
To the side of the pitch
Boy there’s been some downpours today
But not in Brisbane, Australia
Where England defeated New Zealand
To head back up the super 12 group 1
After that debacle with Ireland in the rain
If they weren’t so far away
It could be your boys coming to the wicket
To become heroes for the country on this day
When jet aircraft are grounded for remembrance
The Sheveling Wine Estate
Black Americano and Creme Brûlée
Yes, here at the top of the Holme Valley
Overlooking the vineyard on the hillside
There appears to be a problem allocating tables
Although I am sat by a window
It seems that the computer is at fault
Its algorithm’s being somewhat inflexible
I never knew quite so many romantics
Frequented the Holmfirth region
Not at least since Last of the Summer Wine
Brought tears to our visitor’s eyes
I myself, once the mid-life crisis lover
Wrote a levelling up letter, on the moor
Sat by a dry-stone summer’s wall
Where a butterfly kept me company
