Barry Tebb

(1942 / West Yorkshire / UK)

The Innocent Eye - Poem by Barry Tebb

I struggled through streets of
Bricked-up, boarded-up houses,
Mostly burned-out, keeping
To the middle of the road,
Watching the abandoned gardens
With here and there a house
Still lived in, curtained
Against the daylight and distantly
I saw the iron railings of the school
I'd taught in thirty years before.
The same brick buildings, hop scotch
Squares and rounders posts
And the sign, ‘Welcome to Wyther Park
Primary School'. The wooden prefabs
Where I taught poetry nine till four
Replaced by newer prefabs of I don't
Know what, hidden in trees with
Thirty years more growth, one playground
Grassed over, with benches and tables
Like a pub garden, yet there was the same
Innocence still, my inner sense declared.
I sat on a stone seat by the bridge
Over the canal, watching the pylons
Stretching away to Kirkstall Forge,
By the steps to the railway where
Once the station stood that took us
Every year to Flamborough Head.

Topic(s) of this poem: innocence


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 21, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 21, 2015


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