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Perchance a Poem

Inspired somewhat by Gordon’s poem, here goes. I write a bit of poetry myself (no! no! please! read on!). Truth be told it’s more like doggerel but I do enjoy it. I wrote this one day after a walk to Craigendoran pier which is ten minutes walk from my house.

The Waverley sneaks past her old berth

The Waverley sneaks past her old berth

The Pier

I took a walk by the Clyde today with my daughter
“Craigendoran” I told her “means Rock of the Otter”
Unimpressed with my comment she looked at the pier
And said “daddy, tell me, why is it here?”

My mind drifted back in a memory haze
To fishing and steamers and long sunny days
To the buildings and structures of the railway station
The memories weave a distinct incantation.

Holidaymakers would arrive and alight
The welcome – replenishing souls with delight
Flowerbeds and seashells – music in the air
It was always thus at the start of ‘the fair’

The crowds would bustle along to the jetty
Margaret and Tommy and Boaby and Betty
All bound for Rothesay or maybe Dunoon
Hard earned savings disappearing so soon

Children would holler and whoop with delight
As they boarded the steamers towards the fortnight
Temporary toffs travelling in style
On the Jeanie Deans, Waverley or Maid of Argyll

Now the station and pier, such a desolate sight
My daughter said, “ Daddy are you all right?”
Some pillars from the pier lay still on the shore
Decomposing dead soldiers from some previous war

The ‘station’ a platform, graffiti and weeds
With a screen and a tannoy for passengers’ needs
“The train approaching is the 2:54”
The people to help you are sadly no more

We got home and looked at some books that I had
Pictures and stories from when I was a lad
We googled for photos there were plenty to see
All that is left is the proud history….

Craigendoran Pier

Craigendoran Pier

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4 Responses

  1. You would make the Bard proud!!! A modern day Rabbie.

    I can just see the queue of publishers waiting to get you signed up. 😉

  2. Hardly Debbie, just doggerel as I said.

    A modern day McGonnigal maybe?

    “As the sun rises and the day begins anew
    Frae the railway bridge Craigendoran Pier comes intae view”

    Which publisher can you mean? 8)

  3. I’m afraid that my efforts would be more in the line of Pam Ayres!

    As to publishers, all of the Major companies of course!!

  4. Nice wee poem, Rab … keep it up!!

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