The Five barred gate ( from the' Hut' )

 Cold so cold, cold as in our youth          
lanes known so well without city walls,          
where horses ran on summer-days          
Gymcrack Stakes Rolls, Austin seven          
 Wolsey and eternal Rover.          
Here cold, cold as  yesteryear.          
Ghosts, they have what we had            
time, space, passion.          
I watch, but should not,  step into this space          
 call near once a week.          
Fifty years divide us, yet we are one.          
Unashamed  watch, join in their desire,          
another world. We loved as they,.          
 Not a cosy  place, corrugated as it is,          
lovers make of what they can.  
 We leaned a five barred gate,          
 loved beneath the moon,  
,comfort  where you find it.          
There are ghosts loving here awhile ago,          
“We shared a war   ...   ...   loved as you,          
unprepared,  joined in your delight .          
I shall not intrude;forget I ever called.