Mattenz

growing up with (fitzherbet) bridge

Growing up with (fitzherbet) bridge

We drive away in the blue valiant
West to east
Fresh taste of lemon on my tongue
Out the back seat window
The arches of the bridge

I pull the sticking blue door at the side of the house
Binoculars in hand
Anticipating everything
Cross the avenue at the end of the street
Pay at the gate
Sponsored by State

I cycle away
Uniform still on
Fresh taste of lemon on my tongue
Into the wind
Under a grey sky
Back to boys high

She is not there
I let myself in
Make toast drink tea
Ring a girlfriend to see
Place my hand on the wooden fence to leave the key

I pedal over the bridge
Wide and strong
Wondering what’s in the fridge
I am just having a four
Let yourself out the back door
Fresh taste of lemon on my tongue

Trumps on the table
Three times a week
East meets west
Apparently Canterbury is the best
I fix a washer to stop a leak

Fresh taste of lemon on my tongue
The bridge over the river
Bridge on the table
Cricket over the road
Joker in the hallway
A century an amazing century
Today

Labels: 100 year old, bridge, harcombe, palmerston north, poetry

posted by Mattenz @ 9:52 pm