There it rests in the reeds
Along a quiet marsh
Darkened wood with rusted sutures
Weather worn and harsh
One lone oar lays aside
A crabtrap tossed and broken
The quiet breaks for a small sloop
Shiney, new and oaken
Between the two the memory
Lies in the older boat
For painted flakes that dot the sides
For the memories still afloat
Memories, oh memories, keep us captured by their spell!
The very first familiar face I came accross when I first arrived in London was an old Clyde ferry, Queen Mary II. I had sailed down the west coast of Scotland on this boat many times throughout the 1960s as a kid. Now it stands proudly on the Thames as a posh restaurant. But as I gazed down at it from Waterloo Bridge, it fed me with memories of yesteryear.
This is a remarkale telling of memories that are far more; more joys, more friends, more love, and more events than we could write about or tell. Just as I decide that a certain weiter is dedicated to a particular genre, that writer fools me. Thank y0u for doing just that... in your rowboat.
- Bill
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The very first familiar face I came accross when I first arrived in London was an old Clyde ferry, Queen Mary II. I had sailed down the west coast of Scotland on this boat many times throughout the 1960s as a kid. Now it stands proudly on the Thames as a posh restaurant. But as I gazed down at it from Waterloo Bridge, it fed me with memories of yesteryear.
Your poem is very apt.
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Dai
Ron
Michael
Regis
Beautiful. What more can I say, but thank you? Yes. Thank you--this is gorgeous.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Got to love this...my wicked mind in overdrive....and I guess I need to blame someone else for it!!
Love Tinka :)
Lies in the older boat
I love old boats, mine had many many memories.
- Bill
Nice one..No tea? Then