A stone bridge
A crashing stream
And me
A herd of sheep
Green hills
Sloping down
to a
Glass lake
And me
A summer breeze
Ancient trees
A passing cyclist
(In shabby clothes)
And me
Flashing eyes
Moving closer
Two lips
A kiss

who cares about
the scenery?

©John Steele, 1989, 2008
This poem appeared in issue two of “The Bentilean” (Christmas 1990) and was written when I was a member of the Bentilee Volunteers’ writing group, SCRIBE. We were asked to write something in class and I used as my inspiration a poster of a stone bridge with a country stream flowing under it which decorated the wall of the room we were in. ‘Julie’ was just a name that always appealed to me.

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