Hello Poetry Lovers
before I set sail on holiday, I really wanted to post this touching poem from clever poet, Trisha Broomfield 
A strong and poignant recollection of a childhood home. I remember longing to live in the country, and after reading this, I realise I still do. 
I also had the pleasure of Trisha face to face last week at the Roger McGough Finalists Competition. Hence the lovely selfie above. What a day that was….
Read on;
Milestones a Cotswold Home
Four cottages knocked into one
the ghost inhabited number two
only mum could see, moving to one side
to let it pass each time they met
in the doorway to the dining room
the hall was twenty-two yards long
mum said, as long as the cricket pitch
but we were too young to care
as long as we had our own rooms
one each with a window seat
horses clip clopped down the road
the farmer next door kept pigs
and mud, school was an uphill struggle
and a huddle around a round fire,
Royal Scots washed down with warm school milk
we watched, under duress, Yuri Gagarin
his flight a milestone in the race to space
while swinging our legs, bored.
Then out to play, so much room to run
so little chance of reaching a beach.
Trisha Broomfield 2021
Wasn’t that a beautiful piece? Real images of childhood and intricate detail. Thank you so much, Trisha. Please keep them coming.
Going on a boat this week. I’ll keep you posted Thanks for tuning in …….
Heather Moulson 