Sail On
(A Tale of Fifty years)
It was a dreary cold teenage wedding
all the old folk gave us absolute hell,
organ player plays “Where are you heading?”
Only the bloody dog wished us well.
Knaresborough, a freezing December night
gave us a hellish chilly reception,
the caravan gas stove refused to light
gone the illusion of rampant conception.
Fifty years on, a love of heart and soul
here in our terrace home in “Kitty Fold”
Played our part in life’s perpetual scroll
now yearn to the young our story told.
All around us an institution fails
this dreary teenage wedding onwards sails!
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2012
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