The Little Toy ShopA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe little Toy Shop in the High Street, With its pebble glass windows and doors, Was a magical place, with its curtains of lace And delight on its shelves and its floors. It had always enticed and enthralled me, With its skaters that whirled on a rink, With tops that would hum, and soldiers with drum, And dolls with bright eyes that would blink. It had stood near the kerb in the High Street In a small seaside village in Wales, And we would go there for a part of the year Near the Inn that was selling Welsh ales. And I would stare in through the window Though the glass would distort what I’d see, When the women would pass, all the chattering class I would think they were talking to me. It would sound like they sang to each other, Not a word in my English was said, And their voices would meld with that Toy Shop, Till I thought, ‘What goes on in their head?’ But I left that Welsh village behind me As I grew, with much laughter and tears, It was later, a trip would remind me, What I’d left in the past, all those years. Then I found myself standing outside it, That little Toy Shop from the past, Where nothing had changed, just the stock rearranged When I stared through that window at last. I opened the door with the pebble glass And I made my way slowly within, And there stood a girl in a bonnet and blouse And a pinny tucked all the way in. Her hair was the colour of seaside sand And her eyes were the blue of the sea, I noticed that there was no ring on her hand And that she stared intently at me. I think we both knew in an instant then That within a short year we’d be wed, But though she still sings in her Welsh with a friend I don’t know what goes on in her head. David Lewis Paget
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