Travelling East
- Jul 18, 2021
- 1 min read
Updated: Dec 1, 2025
for Auntie Maddy
A roar past the carriage window
Hurries on westwards.
In the silence pursuing,
Two lovers continue
A distant wooing,
Strolling Land’s Endwards.
Against the moving meadow
Two tired blue eyes appear.
They bid me welcome, then inquire
Why are you here?
Soon enough she knew,
Put me in a box, best place, she said,
And shut blue eyes for good.
The lovers trundle out of view
But here against fresh waving trees
Her old eyes journey on. They gaze
From foliaged happier days,
And smile as they were wont to do.
©Terry Hodgson2020
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