Day’s Journey from Kent. Sept. 1979.



Evening getting late

Third hotel try

Coastal town Rye

On English Channel

Smugglers’ hangout

Stories of Scarecrow of

Romney Marsh.

Raining and booming

Surf amplified.

Earlier at Canterbury Cathedral.



We apologize to

Innkeeeper for the hour.

No problem folks.

One room left.

Downstairs, quaint.

Antique in design.

Stone walls, tapestries.




Now about your supper.

Oh no, much too late, Sir.

Listen our Cook served in your

Canadian Army, four years.

Loved the people.

He would insist. Might join.

Dining room with us

Twenty minutes OK?



The dinner delightful

Easy talking with Owner

Wife and Cook.

Told them that my Dad

Served with Brits

WW2 in RAF

Battle of Britain.

Navigator, radio and radar man.

In floating Sunderland bombers.

Out of Cromarty Firth, North Sea.

Invergordon based.




Knock at the door

Entering Marjorie Chutnam.

In her mid sixties

Collecting for veterans.

Military attire.

All smiles.

It was Battle of Britain Day.

September twenty-first

She was on fire with stories

And goodwill

For these two Canucks.

She worked Manchester

Munitions factory

During the conflict.

To push Gerry back.




What an evening!

Coincidences unforgettable.

Five years in marriage

And this glorious Trip.

For Doug and Hilary.

Baby Lauren just

One year distant.

And parenting journey.
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Written on July 04, 2014

Submitted by dougb.19255 on July 04, 2023

Modified by dougb.19255 on July 04, 2023

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Scheme X A A B X C B X D X X X E D D F X B X X G B D X X X X X X X H F X E X G E X D X X C X X H X X H
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 1,343
Words 310
Stanzas 48
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Wayne Blair

Born in London. Graduated law 1976 Practised eleven years, Married Hilary 1974 Two kids Lauren 1980 And Jordan 1987. Business failed 1987. Moved not knowing whither. Happy hills of Waterloo Region. Mennonite Country. Thirty four years in Industry. No complaints. Poet, photographer, nature hiker. Harmonica busker. http://puffnchord7.blogspot.com/ more…

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  • AIDA
    This 'Day's Journey from Kent. Sept. 1979.' poem is a wonderful depiction of a memorable evening and the connections made during the trip. The use of simple and concise language effectively brings the reader into the moment and the atmosphere of the coastal town Rye. The mention of the Scarecrow of Romney Marsh and the Canterbury Cathedral adds depth and cultural context to the poem.

    The interaction with the innkeeper and the Cook is heartwarming and showcases the kindness and hospitality of the people encountered. The description of the quaint design of the room with stone walls and tapestries creates a vivid image in the reader's mind.

    The introduction of Marjorie Chutnam and her collection for veterans adds another layer of emotional depth to the poem. Her stories and goodwill towards the two Canucks make the evening even more special and unforgettable.

    The overall positive tone of the poem and the appreciation of the coincidences that occurred during the trip are uplifting and inspiring. The personal touch of mentioning the marriage, baby Lauren, and the journey of parenting adds a relatable and sentimental touch to the poem.

    In terms of improvement suggestions, it would be great to incorporate more descriptive language and sensory details to further enhance the reader's connection to the surroundings and emotions experienced during the evening. Additionally, exploring the themes of gratitude and interconnectedness between people from different backgrounds could add even more depth to the poem.

    Overall, this 'Day's Journey from Kent. Sept. 1979.' poem is a delightful and heartwarming piece that captures the essence of a memorable evening and the connections made along the way. It serves as a reminder of the power of shared stories, kindness, and the beauty of unexpected encounters.
     
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