Benny One Summer 1961 Poem by Terry Collett

I could smell summer
in the air
birds singing
from bushes
and hedges
along Bug lane.

I waited for Jane
to meet me
by the water tower.

I had been
to the farm
for the morning milk
had breakfast
while Mother
cooked toast
in front of the Arga.

We had met yesterday
at the small church
sat inside and talked
and kissed.

We talked of us
then about Lizbeth.

The church smelt old
and damp
the summery sun
came through
the small windows.

I could hear a tractor
in a nearby field
cows mooed
a dog barked
from the farm.

I saw Jane
walking towards me.

She wore a yellow
summery dress
with short sleeves.

I wanted
to kiss
her again
hold her
as I did
the day before.

We didn't talk
of Lizbeth
but of the butterflies
and kinds of birds
lying in the field
beneath the sun.

We kissed
warm and wet
close lying there
without much talk
or world care.