Somewhere To Go

It was a cloud burst on that ominous bleak stormy day The beck in ‘Johnny Walker’s Ghyll’ overflowed blocked our way. Yet with speculation and tenacity we kids waded Where ‘Back Lane’ once followed the dry limestone wall unaided. Beyond the hedgerow sky line, the patter of many voices Unconcerned having escape the down pour laugh and rejoices. After all, ‘Jack Steel’s barn’ where the hay bales were still warm From those the weary village urchins like us sheltering from the storm. I think of such innocence today when to avoid ventures in the rain When the village landscape portrayed through a vastly different pane. Children without a childhood so sophisticated with mobile phone An intellect far removed from the values of yesterday did hone. But today still happy I am when faced with trials of growing old That old barn my sanctuary I can enter time again is to me gold. © Harry J Horsman 2020