Sunday School Afternoons

Sunday School Afternoons

A Poem by Neville

Sunday School Afternoons

 


Don’t you think it’s funny


how we each cling

   

to certain familiar things ..


The sweet scent


of old saw mills in forests


and the subtle hit


of wildflower and cottage


gardens on the way

 

  to nowhere in particular ..


Except for maybe,


a surprise roadside picnic


with the folks


and grandparents on those


amazing carefree


and always sunny Sunday


afternoons that we


once used to love so much


before the return


   journey homeward bound


     in Dads old green van ..


Not to mention


the sound of all those clear


freshwater rivers


where the grayling could be


found and spawned,


year after year and the crazy


idea every single thing

   

would sooner or later be perfect ..

 

 

 

 

© 2025 Neville


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Ah, that takes me back Nev, too when roads were roads and having a picnic at the side of them wouldn't include police and new helicopters hovering and front page headlines, as your Dad was carted off to the funny farm pleading he only fancied a cuppa!
And yes, dontcha just love those cottage gardens and their scents, that you only see now if your lucky, unless it's on the front of a giant box of chocs for your dear old ma. Do thry still make those boxes like they hold a ten thousand piece jigsaw, but when you open them they're even better than that. (Pass the coffee swirl please)
And sigh...yes... ahm still waiting for things to work out just perfect, although there was an hour in 1985 that got pretty close! 😃

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Yes, I remember those Golden times too--family camping trips, waking up to the smell of bacon and eggs* cooking on the campfire--when stories had happy endings :)
...*British translation: eggs and bacon.

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Neville

1 Day Ago


Cheers .. bacon n eggs .. very proper English translation :)
Dylan Macadham

20 Hours Ago

.........😅
Ah, that takes me back Nev, too when roads were roads and having a picnic at the side of them wouldn't include police and new helicopters hovering and front page headlines, as your Dad was carted off to the funny farm pleading he only fancied a cuppa!
And yes, dontcha just love those cottage gardens and their scents, that you only see now if your lucky, unless it's on the front of a giant box of chocs for your dear old ma. Do thry still make those boxes like they hold a ten thousand piece jigsaw, but when you open them they're even better than that. (Pass the coffee swirl please)
And sigh...yes... ahm still waiting for things to work out just perfect, although there was an hour in 1985 that got pretty close! 😃

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

almost as perfect as this penning Like I just said I still can not put so much into so few lines it is a talent... me thinks:) P.S. boy do I love the smell of fresh cut wood!!!!

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Neville

1 Day Ago


You are without doubt the most generous Bunny I have ever encountered .. Cheers brother .. N.. read more

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