MEMORIES OF PONTEFRACT THAT NEVER FADE
KATHLEEN STRINGER FAIRBURN
I sit in the town centre, on a
Looking for familiar faces of old
friends Iíd like to meet
Hoping recognition will dawn in a
But after over thirty years can I
No one seems to know me or even
glance my way?
(Perhaps we donít recognise each
other, now we are getting old and grey?)
Have I let too many years go by
since I went away?
Even now my time is short, and alas
I cannot stay
Am I staring too intently to make
that person frown?
(Not a glint of recognition as she
looks me up and down)
"Look at me and remember"
is my silent plea
"Let us, old friends, meet
again and perhaps share a pot of tea?"
Iíd like to become re-acquainted
with dear friends I left behind
Teen and childhood memories forge
precious bonds that bind
Nostalgia seems to deepen with the
passage of the years
And memories of life in Pontefract
is something time endears
Iím home with my family now Ė
in Australia once again
But already planning my next trip
to the town from whence I came
In the year 2007 Iíll be back for
a month or two
Perhaps my luck will be in this
time and Iíll meet up with you?
Kathleen Stringer Fairburn
Also by Kathleen Fairburn:
Memories of Pontefract that Never Fade -