Memory Stick

We walked the railway line, just us alone

Your temperature unsteady, as your gait

You led the way along a track unknown

Through fence I followed you, who didn’t wait  

Emerging through an ancient wood it dawned

That we were trespassing on private land

Owned by the father of a girl I’d known

You waved away my fear with smile and hand

The light fell through the canopy above

On mulch and mud and moss and on the wood

I picked a piece of branch that I might hold

The moment as the forecast wasn’t good

We padded up Green Lane past pylons high

A son beside his father beneath the sky