Charlie
by Raymond Holt
An ex Cranleigh village Bobby
Outside The Fruit Shop now there seems
A vacant calm remembrance
As if the fruit and veg just knew
There could be no resemblance.
The bushy moustache, a smiling face
The trilby hat and feather
The wood truck and his bicycle
A kindness hard to measure.
To unload the boxes from the van
Under Ed’s discreet direction
And to humbly assist all around
Deserves some kind reflection.
He liked the Cranleigh Bonfire Night
The procession to the guy
And now I miss his cheerie face
And sparkle in his eye.
(An excerpt from the book of poetry ‘Looking Over My Shoulder’)
LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER
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