THE HOLLOW TREE.A Poem by Terry CollettA BOY AND GIRL IN THE COUNTRYSIDE IN 1961 AND YOUNG LOVE.
The road up from the farm
the smell of cattle the sound of them calling across the fields and you and Jane having helped weigh milk and feed the cows took a steady walk up towards the Downs the sky blue the clouds white the trees above your heads crows and rooks calling downwards you are doing well Jane said for a London boy anyone would have thought you've been a country boy all your life you smiled well I just get stuck in you said when you haven't got any cinemas or shops near by you have to find some way to occupy your brain I've even taken up bird watching with a cheap book I picked up in town when the bus took us there last week she looked happy her dark eyes lit up by the sunlight her dark hair well brushed reflected the light of sun she wore that blue dress with the solitary flower (the one her gran had bought) you liked the way she walked beside you the calm manner as if she'd known you all her life I heard you got in a fight at school on your first day she said out of the blue yes you said in the greenhouse with Nigel he said he didn't like Londoners and I said too bad he pushed me and I socked him and there it was but you're friends now? she asked o yes after that we got along ok you said what didn't he like about Londoners? she asked he said his parents said Londoners smelt and had fleas and so forth she frowned where did they get that idea? they had evacuees during the War apparently you said you reached the hollow tree by the side of the track up the Downs and entered in and sat on the ledge this she called her secret hideout few people know it's here she said I used to come here and sit and think she added you thought of the last time you'd come here it had rained and you had run in out of the downpour and she had kissed you and then sat back surprised by what she had done and you both sat there in silence until she spoke casually about the church nearby and how small it was and how you both must go there sometime there was no rain this time she sat there next to you looking at you uncertain can I kiss you? you asked she looked away and downwards then nodded and lifted her face to you your lips touched and you kissed it was a long kiss eyes closed hands touching bodies near then you both broke away we mustn't tell anyone she said we're only 13 and they wouldn't understand of course not you said my lips are sealed she smelt of apples her eyes were searching you her hand still touched yours I'll show you where the sheep wool gets stuck on the barbed wire at the top she said and so you climbed out the hollow tree back on the dry mud track the rooks above you the sunlight on your back. © 2013 Terry CollettFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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