To Lie In A Caravan

Driving in starlight

The day long behind us,

Signposts of certainty

Set to remind us,

Grey is the washed-out

Approach of the dawning…

   We lay in the caravan,

   Made love till morning.

 

We sat at the seafront

To watch the grey rollers

We saw careworn mothers

Behind their grey strollers,

Such is the love that

These lives have been born in…

   To lie in a caravan

   Make love till morning…

 

David Lewis Paget