I remember, I remember
Dec. 16th, 2010 11:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marnanelWhen I'm short of poetry, I often find myself rewriting other people's. I was thinking about this incident today. Someone told me the river ran partly through the storm channels.
I remember, I remember
A childhood in the rain:
The rivulets and sparkles
That dance around the drain
All cut into a channel
Beside a Cambridge street,
And standing proud astride it
In wellington-shod feet;
I remember, I remember
Not knowing where I am,
And later telling classmates
I'd stood astride the Cam;
It was a childish ignorance,
But now it's little joy
To know I'm farther from the stream
Than when I was a boy.
(In similar vein, I remember standing on Tower Bridge as a child (not when it was opened up, of course), jumping from one bascule to the other and saying "I'm in London! I'm in Southwark!")
I remember, I remember
A childhood in the rain:
The rivulets and sparkles
That dance around the drain
All cut into a channel
Beside a Cambridge street,
And standing proud astride it
In wellington-shod feet;
I remember, I remember
Not knowing where I am,
And later telling classmates
I'd stood astride the Cam;
It was a childish ignorance,
But now it's little joy
To know I'm farther from the stream
Than when I was a boy.
(In similar vein, I remember standing on Tower Bridge as a child (not when it was opened up, of course), jumping from one bascule to the other and saying "I'm in London! I'm in Southwark!")
