Greenlane Poetry

All Saints 3pm
Assisted Sight-seeing
At the Town Station
Bad Day
Bar des Sports, Charly-sur-Marne
Before and After the Watershed
Bucket List
Call to Witness
Carte Postale
Clerk of Works
Cricket at the Mill
Curious Meeting
Dedication
Dog in the Night
Easter Saturday at Festubert
Fargate
Fargate-duplicate
First Light
Force Nine
Forge Island
Furnaces
Ghosts
Grand-dad Smith
Half Empty
Harraga
In Glen Howe Park
In Provence
Incident
Kilner's Bridge
Lady
Last Train
Lilacs
Long Time Ago
Magpies
Milennium
Mungy Lane
North Line
Nurses
Outfield
Painting By Numbers
Patriots
Per Ardua
Per Ardua
Pioneers
Poor Pierre
Release
Rememberings
Romeny
Routine Visit
Runner
Sawn Moor
September
September Song
Solstice
Spring Training
Students in Crookesmoor
Terminus
The Don at Swinton
The Festive Season
The Hawk in the Tree
The Lavender Feast at Saullt
The Runners in the Fields
The Seasons
The Unpturned Chair
Treatment Days
Trips to the Seaside
Up Train
Valley Mist
Vendanges
Victory Gardens
Watten-Eperlecques
West Wind
Weston Park
What Love Is
What Three Words*
Winthrop Park

--chosen-work--

Cricket at the Mill



Sharp the crack of bat on ball
loud the shouts of celebration
all along the sawmill wall
at their lunch-time recreation
sawmill workers lead the way
wooden ball turned on the lathe
bat hacked from a wooden stave

In three fields beside the sawmill
eastertide there came the fair
eager vigils in out schoolyard
rejoicing when the rides were there
weeks off school the major reason
also start of cricket season

We all hid in elder bushes
right beside the railway tracks
where the logs came in for shaping
handles for a scythe and axe
where rejected poducts came
where we learned to play the game

We were never short of sawdust
wonky handles off-shaped knobs
some were short of hand or fingers
consequences of their jobs
lumbered by the cross they bore
caught by lathe or stumped by saw