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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required RITES OF PASSAGE Each Christmas we all gathered there, ‘Aunt Clare, has more room ,after all’ with her trestled tables and chair. Grown-ups swigging their brown bottled ale, young-uns, lemonade with paper straw, VE style parties, once more. Lunch over, the voice decibels rose, raucus laughter oiled by the beer brought forth more plates of festive cheer. Cards slid noiselessly over the American cloth, copper coins switching from pot to pot, enthralled children watching on, ‘til banished with a special treat, to the cold stairs, or now bare front room, or to play out in the deserted twilight street. Every year the ritual was much the same, a family ‘bring and share’ , long before such gatherings were given this name. FACES&PLACES Alongside a Chiltern chalkstream I lay me down to dream, of country paths,stiles and steep slopes, those days,long ago,filled with hope; I dreamed of days of summer sun when my life had just begun, climbing trees,cricket on the green, the first time I made the school team; Football with coats and tennis ball, bonfire night fireworks in the Fall, carol singing through silent streets, paper chains and Christmas treats. Crystal clear,vision's backward gaze brought forth from nostalgia's haze. THE HACK Out of the yard,my daughter and me,on a hot summer day of Eighty-three.Hastoe to Cadsden, there and back,eight hours in the saddle,for our first all-day hack.Onto the canter path,down to Paines End,through Fox Lane the route did wend. Into a copse ,keeping the pace to an even flow. Up to Dunsmore,past the Black Horse, we followed the course.Chequers, Pondswood,down hill to the pub. Horses tethered for a rest,we ate our ploughmans with a pint of the landlord's best.Back in the into the saddle, at the canter to retrace our steps and in Hastoe as the clock struck four,to stack the tack on the stable door. Listen to me read these poems on youtube under name ichthyschiro
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