Night Sounds – Poem

This is one of a series of poems, written by my Grandmother, that represent a portrait of her childhood in Thomas Hardy’s Wessex, places and people she loved who are, for the most part, no longer with us. She dedicates each and every poem to her daughters, and has kindly given me permission to share them with you all, enjoy…


Night Sounds


Nights were never lonely then at their house,

For all night long steam engines shunted

In the railway yards beyond the park,

The hollow clang of buffers blunted

By the distance: across the play park

Where I paddled in the pool and high

Up in the air would swing on summer days;

And through the trees, whose restless leaves would sigh

As if in answer. I never feared

The dark or loneliness in those days;

Untroubled mind absorbing what might come

Not yet bewildered by life’s tangled maze.


© Dorothy Davis-Sellick 1998 onwards


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