Lavender

Glanced from the window of my evening train

Near Sevenoaks, the lavender's in bloom

And suddenly I am a boy again

Dancing with Mrs Bunton to a tune

I now forget but pop in fifty-eight

When we were all on holiday in Devon.

The waft of lavender almost knocks me out

As, hardly reaching to her Edwardian bosom

My innocent boyhood reels from the sweet spray

Sprinkled on hankies from the pixie pair

Bought as a souvenir earlier that day

While on the tour to Ilfracombe and Beer.

          Sensuous memories; far beyond my ken,

          For I am older now than she was then.

Brian Hick 

©copyright Sally Hick 11.10.22

Primary outing

Children on the  platform

Waiting for the train

Going on an outing,

Let's hope it doesn't rain.

Keep behind the yellow line

Hold on to teacher's hand;

No, this isn't our train,

No there won't be sand.

We're going off to Battle

But you don't have to fight

There's lots of things to see and do;

Yes, we'll be back by night.

George is making faces

Henry wants a wee

Oscar's bored already,

Is it time for tea?

Lucy & Emma are giggling

Alice is picking her nose.

Oh look, the train is coming

All of you, back in your rows.

When I was a boy in Primary

We went up to the Tower;

All the way by bumpy coach

For hours and hours and hours.

But oh the excitement

Of running across the sward

Of Tower Green - the armour

And the executioner's sword!

Excitement is contagious

And though the train is late

Just briefly I am eight again

And growing up can wait.

Brian Hick

©copyright S Hick 2021