Poetry /creative writing
We are a small group that would welcome new members, beginers will be encouraged by us all.
Seriously speaking, we would like to cover all genres of the subject. Whether it be writing or just enjoying reading poetry.
This is a fun and thought provoking group who meet at Fair Oak village hall
This new group is proving popular, we have travelled down Memory Lane whilst reliving our favourite poems.
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This poem was written by Mary Farrell a member of Causeway U3A in support to others.
Sailing solo
His boat bobbed on the slight swell,
out of reach or sight of land,
radio down since last weeks' storm.
But not an empty area of ocean,
occasional shipping lanes around,
a short time yet of food and water,
surely he'd be found by then!
It reminded him of his city life,
streets, people, traffic all around,
seen from the windows of his flat,
watching them out there,
But how to break into their busyness?
Each had their own lives and paths,
unaware of the bleakness of the castaway.
An only child, he'd played alone
in a room full of toys meant for friends,
but also in middle-class isolation
in a council house estate.
"Don't bring them home from school,"
he'd been told by strict parents,
"You never know what you'll catch"
Looking at the horizon now,
or with his face to the glass in the flat,
or while waiting for a toy to speak back.
He was too too tired of being alone!
Did he really care any more
if he was rescued?
He'd only be beached again.