MEMORIES OF PONTEFRACT THAT NEVER FADE
KATHLEEN STRINGER FAIRBURN
Time goes by but memories stay of
another land so far away
Of wooded hills, a forest glade,
memories of them will never fade.
It’s the simple things I yearn
for, that I miss so very much,
Daisies, cowslips, bluebell woods,
celandines and such.
My poetry, though simple, is
therapy for me
Whenever I am yearning for that
land across the sea.
Whenever I feel nostalgic or simply
My mind transports me back in time
to take another peep.
In my mind I travel freely as I
wander up and down
Country lanes and woodlands that
surround my native town.
Luscious green meadows I pass by,
hedgerows of poppies and ‘motherdie’
I hear the raucous cries of rooks
and crows – see hedges of Hawthorne and briar rose
Pastures of grazing ewes and tups,
spangled with the yellow of buttercups.
Oh dear Lord, why do these thoughts
I should have left them behind when
we set sail to make our lives in another land
For this feeling of loss I had
Love for my homeland is clear to
It is my heritage – what makes me
My Aussie friends understand and
indulge me with a patient smile
They know there’s no hope of ever
changing this avowed Anglophile!
Kathleen Stringer Fairburn
Also by Kathleen Fairburn:
Memories of Pontefract that Never Fade - 'Old Friends'