The De La Warr Date
This very relevant poem was written by Claire Baldry …
The De La Warr Date
He caught the train from Ashford,
Past Winchelsea and Rye
He watched the sheep graze in the fields,
The castle up on high
He wondered what she’d look like,
A last glimpse at her pic,
And as the train approached Bexhill
He felt a little sick
She waited on the platform,
Saw the train approach,
Watched him step out slowly from
The Southern Railway coach
He smiled a little falsely
They struggled up the slope,
A walk was planned together,
He hoped his legs would cope
They stepped out in the daylight,
She looked upon his face.
He seemed to have his own teeth still
And some grey hair in place
He told her of the discount
From his over sixties card
She wasn’t over friendly
Though she tried extremely hard
They walked to the Pavilion,
The sun shone on the sea
They felt the rays fall on their heads
And planned to order tea
There arose a sudden closeness
In the confines of the lift
A sudden upward journey
Which was over far too swift
She waited at the table while
He put the tray in place
She smiled her words of thank you
And he liked her pretty face
They talked of silver surfers
And the pains of dating sites,
Of lonely lives and future plans
Of exes and their rights
They visited the photos
And a room of modern arts
Didn’t understand them
But they opened up their hearts
They left the coast in darkness,
It was almost after eight
The time had passed so quickly,
It was getting rather late
They walked back to the railway,
I don’t know what was planned,
But as they reached the station,
I think he took her hand
Written by: Claire Baldry
Photo by: Sharon Webster
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