Always a dreamer

Always a dreamer

"Greggs" cordial drinks 

came in small squat glass bottles, 

just right for a little hand to hold.

Guess I was three or four.

We sat on little low wooden benches

beside the tennis courts

while mum played tennis

with other mums

beside the Memorial hall.

Two tall firs and a big oak

stood on the grass 

with the main road on the other side of a fence.

The library and a hall beyond the road.

Not much traffic then anyway.

Grey stone Memorial gates, as well

with wreaths and poppies on ANZAC day.

The local Plunket Rooms on another side of the courts

All providing a barrier to

the rest of the world.

I felt cocooned there.

It was open on the other side,

the old racecourse was used for cricket,

with a clear view to the western mountains 

the sun and sky covering us all.

I liked that view too,

different not cocooning at all 

a view to adventure in a far away place.

Always a dreamer.