The Wanderings of a Child

Lea, lush cordial waits dawn, a promise of dew, yet couldn’t stop the moment stealing the moorside view. The turn of Alf’s cart wheel broke the silence of the night, the beat of a lone heartache stole the dark from the light. “Picturesque Turner Lane” The wind aloof did hone, the old grey stone “Bar House” Stood there, cold bare alone. Out of the earth the village rose, where the lake settles deep, “Parson’s Lane” An expressway to stone mason, layman, sheep. New age enfolds the bridle path, in the meanness of June, wading amongst celandine to a “Fats Domino” Tune. Bare face against the window precious eyes, craving stance, a candle waits for someone to touch in warm romance. For youth is a learning curve an implant, of worldly ways, maturity dismantles the lust of innocent days! © Harry J Horsman 2010