Hampton Interlude

 

Gee it’s great to meet good people,
hear strong words and see big sights,
Feel the atmosphere pervading,
seeping through the wrong & rights
of giant types.
 
Strength in structure, taste in art,
these things I did percieve,
when you and I dear we did cart
a cache of plums, deep blue and tart,
under your grandma’s eve.
 
It’s funny how you feel at home,
feel acceptance without effort,
knowing that the breadth of foresight
will not judge you without cause,
Love and animation calling
through the sturdy timbers tight,
stretching down and pulling upright
countenance depressed by laws
of those callow public paws.
 
When we left my heart was singing,
I did love them like my own,
for I knew deep down inside me
I had found another home
in which we two....
could build our love alone.

 Marshalg
Albury 18th March 1969
  
 

 

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

Gentle, nice poem, written with skill and honesty.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A most enlightening piece, playful words, with a torrent of wimsy, great read, well done.

[M.E.Lyle]

I love how you have worded this, and your word choices are beyond description. It's great to find that one place that simply feels right. You know it's home even though you may never have been there before.

[WhiteWillow]

Beautiful write! Sounds like your soul is truly home.