A poem by: Ben Dunk. December 1990.

CHRISTMAS TIMES PAST

When the wine flowed

Around the family table

And the laughter belled

About the ripe old fable

All cooled the time

To nod the loving ways

On the road to make rhyme

Of caterpillar days

Those were Christmases

To remember always

For the special passes

And ambience of son’s rays

Oh! Regression where are you?

What are your options dear?

The knowledge that is true

Or, relationship’s to fear?

And:

So, in that garden filled

With plants of every hue

How are they so thrilled?

And never to clash imbue!

I’d love to re-traipse the lane

And sense those trips again

But there is only a passing train

Accelerating to the main

WHO WAS HE?