To my darling DAWN
(16-6-1946 to 11-2-2018)
"GONE WITH THE WIND"
BUT FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS
(TO NORFOLK)
Dawn loved our days in Norfolk;
Its charm soon captured me.
Wells was her inspiration
With its golden sand and sea!
We’d picnic on the Buttlands,
(‘The Crown’, a stroll across).
A gentle walk down Staithe Street
And there’s the ‘Albatros’.
Oh! Those summer days in Norfolk
With its perfect, azure skies.
We’d ford ‘The Run’ to the ‘East Hills’
And hear the seagulls’ cries.
The children building castles
And paddling in the sea.
The lifeboat house above us;
These thoughts come back to me.
The pinewood walk to Holkham
And ‘crabbing’ on the quay.
With cockles, whelks or fish-and-chips
Then tired, back home for tea.
The view from Barrow Common
Away towards Scolt Head,
Where, wind and tide when rising
Call the sailor from his bed.
There’s Mrs. Preedy’s Cottage
Just by the water mill;
Go up the road to Overy,
Past the windmill on the hill.
Or down to Burnham Market,
Past another water mill,
To yet another Burnham
Where Nelson’s church stands; still.
When summer's nearly over
And the harvest's gathered in:
When autumn mists are rising
And the nights are drawing in.
Then winter's frosts will soon be here
Brought by the icy blast
Of Norfolk's Arctic wind and snow
And lifeboat crews stand fast.
But spring will not be far behind
And with it, life anew;
And in the hawthorn hedgerows
Fine webs, bedecked with dew.
The mists of summer mornings
And honking geese in flight;
A blood-red sky at sunset,
The crystal stars at night.
All memories to be horded,
Of love-filled days, so fond,
Till the final ‘Run’ be forded
And we share The Great Beyond.
Cyril