I see you, small child running,
kid brother braving Slidey Rock,
big sister on the big swing, I see you.
I see you, ladies smock, clover,
I see you, daisies, dandelions,
I see you. I see you, fox slinking,
rabbit nibbling. I see you,
dog-walker. I see you chatting.
I see you primrose, bluebell,
dog rose, stitchwort, campion.
I see you, cider kisses
in the Mayfair twilight,
I see you, young love
looking down on Lepers’ fields.
I see you, hawthorn frothing,
cow parsley foaming. I see you,
robin, blackbird, wren.
I see you, bird cherry,
petals drifting, I see you, acorn,
I see you, careful mother,
paddling toddler. I see you,
I see you, staggering up
Barmaid’s path, I see you
ghosts on Roman Road;
I see you, half-believing
at the holy well, tying your
rag of coloured cloth.
I see you all.
We’re really lucky in Torrington that we have an actual commons. You can read about it here: https://www.torringtoncommons.org/ It’s a half-managed bit of half-wild land that half-circles the town. Kids play there, dogs are walked there, teenagers drink cider and get stoned, old folk walk on the flat bits. It borders on the Tarka Trail, where there’s cycling and strolling, and potential otter sightings. There’s a flat field at the top where there are car boot sales and a burger van, and Mr Hocking’s ice cream in the summer, and every few years there’s a massive, mad bonfire.http://www.torrington-cavaliers.co.uk/bonfire-2020-mayflower-1620/131-about-our-bonfire-29th-august-2020. (if you bother clicking that link – the ship is the bonfire!). It’s a really important bit of the town, used by everyone. Oh, and the big swing is terrifying.
Anyhow, this poem is for earthweal.