These roads my heartlands ...

This had been my young world -

These roads my heartlands -

Here my young story was written -

Here I was as green as spring -

Here, in that garden, I picked sorrow from a fragrant tree

Here, on that pavement, I held a singing bottle to my mouth -

Here, behind that window. I heard a song I never forgot -

here, in that house, I'd been held in a girl's brown arms -

Her thick dark hair had promised summer -


Thursday 26 September 2919

Gosport
Hampshire