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BY BACK DOOR ACROSS THE MOOR

Get on the bus at the hospital stop

just by the Stag and Hounds,

the conductor in his uniform will clip a ticket

you'll ride in a chattering of joy past fields

a cemetery and a farm. 

 

In no time at all you'll enter Staines

its shops with blinds drawn down

past the depot with its crittall windows

the town hall and its welcoming square

Church Street's quiet calm.

 

Round a corner the mustard mill

in pond encircled shade,

 the station converted from a house by the GWR,

hot nosed buses connecting with

a backwater everglade.

 

Just as if in some bygone age

you wait for the labouring train

ploughing its snout in the troughs of thickets,

a carriage with its bell in brown and cream

has a guard in cap and braid.

 

Across the moor it'll cut a swathe

of smoke and sun and clouds

underneath a humpback bridge at Poyle

over the river Colne to Buckinghamshire

a foreign land for a boy.

 

A land of fast metals and railway yards

West Drayton tight with signals

the green and brass thunder of a Castle class

makes your day complete as it barrels through,

transporting you with joy. . 

 

Round a corner the mustard mill

in pond encircled shade

converted from a house by the GWR

the station and the hot nosed buses

a backwater everglade.

 

Just as if in some bygone age

you wait for the labouring train

ploughing its snout in the troughs of thickets

a carriage with its bell in brown and cream

has a guard in cap and braid. 

 

Across the moor it'll cut a swathe

of smoke and sun and clouds

underneath a humpback bridge at Poyle

over the river Colne to Buckinghamshire

a foreign land for a boy. 

 

A land of fast metals and railway yards

West Drayton tight with signals

the green and brass thunder of a Castle class

makes your day complete as it barrels through

transporting you with joy. 

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◄ THE BALACLAVA

GANACHE GAVOTTE ►

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raypool

Wed 12th Oct 2022 14:54

Thank you Frederick and Holden for coming through on this.

Hi Stephen. An interesting and correct observation, purely unintended though!

I'm glad you liked this Greg. I tried to keep to the idea of the thrill I felt as a lad doing the trip - all of it impossible today of course! I look forward to hearing the zoom event.

Ray

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Greg Freeman

Tue 11th Oct 2022 06:54

What a wonderful tribute, Ray, with this marvellous poem of love and nostalgia, of which Sir John himself would surely have been proud. Thank you. We will be reading a poem by David, and another dedicated to him, at the online launch of our anthology on Zoom tomorrow night.

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 10th Oct 2022 17:30

You do David proud, Ray. The repetition of the last verses seems to speed the poem up.

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raypool

Mon 10th Oct 2022 11:44

I would like to dedicate this poem to David Andrew who was a founder member of Write out Loud and a regular reader at events where I had the interesting experience of his company and unique style. He lived in West Drayton which gave us a window of nostalgia to explore, hence my poem. Sadly as Greg Freeman mentions in his article about the currently published anthology on the site David passed away this year.

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