POEMS

WATERBEACH

I crossed the bridge at Waterbeach

And thought of Mary-Ann

Of the time, not so long ago,

I asked for her hand.

But she said, then, her heart was set

Upon the River Cam

And so I didn’t linger

As I thought of Mary-Ann

Paul Dominic Gray   June 2019

RIVER CAM

WHERE DOES THIS PATH GO?

Where does this path go?

That twists and turns.

To the future, possibly

Or the past for which it yearns.

To an old forsaken house

Holding memories it needs.

Falling into distant time

Yet surrounded with the deeds.

Accomplished by the pathway

As it twisted and it turned

Touching heights and reaching lows

So lessons could be learned.

Paul Dominic Gray   June 2019

WHERE DOES THIS PATH GO

RIVER BEANE

How deep today is the River Beane?

As it flows to meet The Lea

Not very, says humankind,

I have many mouths to feed.

How deep today is the River Beane?

As it stutters to The Lea,

Not very, says the little stream

I have fewer mouths to feed

Than yesterday.

Paul Dominic Gray   June 2019

RIVER BEANE

STEEPER STILL

Up and down and up and down

Is how the road from Barkway goes

Like a rollercoaster ride

But without the gentle glide to end.

For at the last it climbs steeper still,

Hard pushed to find the strength

The inner will and distance left,

‘Keep going,’ calls a friend.

But there it is, the crossroads met

The old school and the post

St Swithun’s proudly opposite

Great Chishill; a while to mend.

Paul Dominic Gray   June 2019

STEEPER STILL