We . . . . . . . . .We are thirteenish.We meet.I know.She does n’t.We meet at timesWhen home for hols.Then I’m at varsity,She’s a student nurse.We meet more often.Deep down I still know,It’s clear she does not.We qualify.We split.She’s in London,I am not.I’m in London,She’s in Scotland.She’s back in London,I’m near Brighton.We meet at weekends.We sit and talk.We walk and talk.We do short trips.We work all week.I know I know,I think she knows.Late one nightWe both agree.We return.We wed.We are one.We relocate.We seeWe talk We touchWe loveWe laughWe cryWe work We parentWe moveWe travelWe achieveWe look We celebrateWe smile
The Gate, Fouriesburg.I first saw Pat standing at thisgate when I lived in the house(The Residency) in 1950. Itook this picture in 2008 and itis the original gate. The onlydifference is that it has beenpainted white. In 1950 it waspainted black.