Susy Evelyne

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Going Back To Bath - Poem by Susy Evelyne

I long to go back to Bath -
to the streets I would pass through,
following close my mother's footsteps
as small children do.

I long to go back to Bath -
a fan-glazed door to trace,
in a street just a stone's throw
from Royal Crescent's grace.

And behind that fan-glazed door,
down the hall, lofty and cold,
were the cosy rooms of my granny
with her heart of gold.

Yes, I long to go back to Bath,
to stand in Pulteney Street,
on that broad pavement where my aunts
would tread with weary feet.

And from that street I'd make my way
to old St James' Square -
and think: my mother's friend
lived in that grand house there.

One day I'll go back to Bath,
to the city of golden stone -
and think of these dear daughters of Bath
to the next world gone.

Topic(s) of this poem: Memories

Comments about Going Back To Bath by Susy Evelyne

  • John Brown (5/13/2014 3:29:00 PM)

    Gone, but not forgotten. Nice one Susy. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/13/2014 9:47:00 AM)

    Child memory is a very precious thing to recall in later life. A wonderful poem. (Report) Reply

  • (5/8/2014 1:38:00 AM)

    an astounding journey down the memory lane! (Report) Reply

  • Noah Buddy (5/7/2014 6:00:00 PM)

    May there open a path
    for your return to Bath!

    A+ great poem!
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  • Bill Cantrell (5/7/2014 5:28:00 PM)

    A very lovely poem, many have a place where we would like to go back to where yesterdays pleasantries dwell. You caught the feeling very well. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, June 16, 2014

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