The sweet fruits of memory ...

I'm reading the diary my dad kept when he joined the Navy - 

I found it amongst a poignant trove of photographs - 

A whole life was hoarded in the sideboard - 

I picture him writing the entries - 

There he is - 

He has a head for figures and for rifle drill - 

Wiry, quick witted, he'll be proud to wear his doeskins number one - 

He'll exchange pinched streets for tropic shores - 

He'll harvest the sweet fruits of memory - 

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Saturday 17 February 2018

Staunton Road 

Havant