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Falling Eve
Times we went to Scrayingham
the sun shone hot those days
our cycle capes spread out
yellow oil skin harsh and cold
but the grass was never dry.
Lovers cannot choose
on Sunday afternoons.
Our jackets were the pillows,
hawthorns, flowery curtains.
Not long out of school,
came for peace and quiet,
here we had our heaven
half an hour from home.
Our eyes for only each
the village bell rang out
ignored as every day,
Evensong the best of times,
innocence entwined
in the falling eve.
the sun shone hot those days
our cycle capes spread out
yellow oil skin harsh and cold
but the grass was never dry.
Lovers cannot choose
on Sunday afternoons.
Our jackets were the pillows,
hawthorns, flowery curtains.
Not long out of school,
came for peace and quiet,
here we had our heaven
half an hour from home.
Our eyes for only each
the village bell rang out
ignored as every day,
Evensong the best of times,
innocence entwined
in the falling eve.
Published 17th Jun 2015
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17th Jun 2015 10:59pm
I really like the poem, Mr K, but
you'll have to tell me:
where is Scrayingham..?
I'm curious..:)
you'll have to tell me:
where is Scrayingham..?
I'm curious..:)
Paul S
Scrayingham is a hamlet in north Yorkshire between Buttercramb and Kirkham Priory in the valley of the river Derwent, a beautiful landscape. The Derwent rises close to the coast near Scarborough yet does not flow into the sea but into the Ouse south of York.
When I was visiting this estate Buttercramb Hall was closed. The original kitchen garden is now,I believe a garden centre Buttercramb water mill was derelict in those days however it has been resored to a residence. There is a photograph on the internet.
Of Scrayinham there is little to say. It was an insignificant hamlet, isolated and poor yet we loved it for its tranquility
Thankyou for your interest Paul
Scrayingham is a hamlet in north Yorkshire between Buttercramb and Kirkham Priory in the valley of the river Derwent, a beautiful landscape. The Derwent rises close to the coast near Scarborough yet does not flow into the sea but into the Ouse south of York.
When I was visiting this estate Buttercramb Hall was closed. The original kitchen garden is now,I believe a garden centre Buttercramb water mill was derelict in those days however it has been resored to a residence. There is a photograph on the internet.
Of Scrayinham there is little to say. It was an insignificant hamlet, isolated and poor yet we loved it for its tranquility
Thankyou for your interest Paul
18th Jun 2015 1:20am
Such beautiful imagery evoked by this poem, Kexby. Sun shining and the lush fields.:) A couple in love.
18th Jun 2015 9:05am
18th Jun 2015 10:15am
Thankyou John this was C18 scene I imagine little has changed. I do not return because it may have changed and my dream destroyed
