My nostalgia

I chanced upon a moment of nostalgic reckoning

Unlocked by some long forgotten sound or smell

And buried yesterdays came back quickly to tell

As if time past itself was beckoning

The past came like a romantic lover and courted me

And this time I was ready and wide awake

And this time the memory I could take

And I captured it like a loch surrounds a thwarted sea

Then grasses ripe and green and smells of spring

The lavender washed my mothers floor

My father through the kitchen door

Waterloo Station echoes a familiar ring

And there in the sunlit Normanville life

The wheat grows brown and the grey mice swarm

And peppercorn trees hang limp in the warm

Above the husband, sons and wife.


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