Greenlane Poetry

All Saints 3pm
Bad Day
Bar des Sports, Charly-sur-Marne
Before and After the Watershed
Call to Witness
Carte Postale
Charlie
Clerk of Works
Dog in the Night
Easter Saturday at Festubert
Fargate
Force Nine
Forge Island
Four Chimneys
Half Empty
Homeward Bound
In Glen Howe Park
In Provence
Incident
Kilner's Bridge
Last Train
Lilac Time
Magpies
Mungy Lane
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North Line
Nurses
Outfield
Painting By Numbers
Patriots
Per Ardua
Pioneers
Release
Rememberings
Routine Visit
Runner
September
Silent Snakes
Spring Training
Start-1
Students in Crookesmoor
The Don at Swinton
The Festive Season
The Runners in the Fields
The Seasons
Treatment Days
Trips to the Seaside
Up Train
Valley Mist
Weston Park
What Love Is
Winthrop Park

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Students in Crookesmoor



High above the sunken paths, above the dells
Where kids with white-clad nurses play
In quiet alcoves, secret lanes where
Lonely anglers while away their time-
In line abreast, in multi-lingual rank
The students pour down Western Bank

Past mansions brass-plaqued, stone-built
Empty boarded churches shabby rows
Of houses, dirty window-panes cobbles
Bluebells leaves and crows and magpies
Tides of hope and angst are surging
Spilling over into cycle lanes

Soon this churning ebb and flow will cease
to duck or wheel as in a flight of starlings
Out of cool examination halls into the high
Midday June light students rise with yellow flimsy
Papers clutched for tense review
At length in coffee bar or dinner queue

The human tide has turned-
The flood now leaks away. To country
Far and wide the student mass embarks
To offices, schools, works until the day
Its remnants gather force to surge again above
As leaves pile deep in Crookesmoor parks