TRIP TO HISTORIC BATH POEM 36

The rain falls, the ground does not frost. The water nourishes the earth and we wait for this to transform into buds and leaves once more.

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“There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison” Jane Austen

Waiting

So I chanced to pass the same,

Glancing askew to look for you,

The bench was empty but for dew,

So I sat to wait on cue.

I spied you sitting on t’other side,

Reading intensely so I sigh’d,

As here we were again alone,

A situation frustrating as before.

So I enquire with the man,

Quietly sitting on my side,

As to the time as you are not,

Inclined to further pursuit.

It is twelve o’clock and on a Saturday,

We would not see each other,

For the bays would stand in the way,

So I guess I’ll look for you another day.

“All things come to him who waits, and among them is that unpleasant sensation of a cold hand upon the portion of the body which lies behind the third waistcoat button.” P.G. Wodehouse