Curiously Watched

Curiously Watched

 

When the tide

Reached that

Safe fixed point

Just beyond the

Red and white

Marker buoy

 

We played cricket   

In the sand

Watched only by

A handful of

Avocets and a

Few curious gulls

 

Oh’ and let’s not

Forget the dear old

Ice-cream man

Who waved from his

Little yellow van

He looked curious too

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Lots of imagery in these lines Neville. Avocets are waders I think, so maybe this setting is more marshland rather than all sandy beach. The red and white markers there for safety reasons. I see the boys playing cricket as the tide comes in and the ice-cream man is frantically waving a warning, not a warm greeting. I imagine to young boys he would have looked curious. They were probably unaware of any potential danger. This I think is a childhood memory. Nice to reflect on those as we get older.

Chris

[Neville]

thank you Chris.

Neville

[kentuck14]

Another wonderful poem . . . you are on a roll old chum!! By the way . . . never could understand the rules to your cricket. Sorry.
T

[Neville]

cheers Tom... ya take one helluva hard red ball and ya throw it at three sticks stuck in the ground while another bloke tries to parry said ball with a bit of wood.. nowt to it really

[kentuck14]

Yeah . . . sounds it!

[Neville]

........... I prefer shove ha'penny and or jousting :)

[kentuck14]

Jousting . . . . not at my age. Jesting perhaps . . . it's less painful.
T

[Neville]

........... :) I will let ya off then....

[Lyn Anderson]

a nicely done vignette -- vivid pictures in few words.

[Neville]

That is exactly what I was aiming for here, thanks a bundle Lyn ... Neville

[Hayley]

Lots of great imagery filling me with a summertime nostalgia that isn't even my own. Your imagery is simple yet powerful. The sound of the ice cream truck and crashing waves, the sounds of kids playing sports, it's all very visual. Well done

[Neville]

I do try.... Thank you Hayley
Neville :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we never thought all that much about safety as kids...in our generation we just played with reckless abandon...the sky was the limit...darkness held no fear...
and those days i remember in the Bronx...the sound of the Good Humor Man arriving...racing down five flights of stairs to catch him for the daily ice cream cone or dreamsicle...
those were the days...as kids we were curious...we weren't afraid of what we didn't know...we just wanted to find out the truth of things...maybe as adults we are more tentative because too many bad truths have become known.
j.

[Neville]

those were the days, weren't they jacob.. thank you for visiting and making me smile :) Neville