‘Ladies Walk’

( the victorian promenade )

With our lines in the river
we’d sit there forever
waiting for a bite
and the tide would come in
it was then
that we’d strip and go
for a swim,
hot summer days
when on the banks of
the river we’d laze,
reading the Beano
sometimes the Dandy,

they came in quite handy
we seldom caught fish.

(I was never sure if ‘Ladies Walk’ was the name of the signal box on the tracks which ran by the river or an invitation to the fairer sex, when you’re ten it doesn’t seem so important.)

© 2020, John Smallshaw.