vale of york


First View

Grandad put me in the passenger seat
And drove us up the vale to avail himself
Of his business as I remember.
It was my first venture out at six years.

He told me I must be tougher than the
Brothers and think on how to love them
Even when they were horrid because they
Were my ultimate friends and would last forever.

He put me out of the van before the big house
And left me there on the ridge looking
Down from the height and I saw our vale
At our feet being lavender and complete-
Then collected me to go eat curds and have
My chin chucked as we watched the horses
Being absurdly beautiful as they ran.

He told me I was wonderful
And handed me a silver sixpence.

Everytime I think of my brothers
I see his eyes smiling as I see
The vale that day.




Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-09-25 at 01:12

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Sid Gardner
I wonder what MY grandchildren will remember me for?.. Possibly stealing a piece of my grand-daughters cake on her birthday.....Nice one and beautifully written.
2011-10-01


NicholasG
Grandads (special Yorkshire ones) have seen much, and invest wisely. That sixpence has traveled a long way ;-)
Thank you.
2011-09-26


countryfog The PoetBay support member heart!
A wise and loving Grandad, and a deservedly cherished memory (just the "horses / Being absurdly beautiful as they ran" is an image I would never have forgotten at six). What a profoundly important and lasting thing it is to be told when we are young that we are "wonderful" and, with a child's trust, to believe it.
2011-09-25