A dream world for growing up


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I have been mightily busy with editing exercises and other stuff, as a dearth of posts and visits may have indicated.  I dropped behind hopelessly on Pooky’s Poems prompts, but there was one I was determined to follow, and so I present the one of the 11th May, ‘write a poem set in the street where you grew up’.

Knysna panorama from  THe Heads. (wiki)

Knysna panorama from The Heads. (wiki)

A Place of Dreams

I lived in many streets
When I was still a boy –
One, recollection greets
With all the greatest joy. 

George Rex Drive (Google Earth)

By far my favourite one of the streets where I grew up  (Google Earth)

I did not know its name:
‘The Heads’ was quite enough
To make quite sure that came
Our mail, and all that stuff. 

Front garden a lagoon;
The back part, really steep;
Roofed water tank quite soon
Served car on top to keep. 

Roof of 'Summer Place' formerly 'Symphony', and the view across the lagoon.  (Google Earth)

Roof of ‘Summer Place’ formerly ‘Symphony’, and the view across the lagoon. (Google Earth)

And on the farther side
Green hillside was the view,
While up the river wide
Were mountains looming, too. 

An island to our right –
From causeway, access meant –
Heads mouth just out of sight
To left, where channel went. 

The view looking up the lagoon past Leisure Isle

The view looking up the lagoon past Leisure Isle

And when it was low tide
To island we could go
On foot; at high we’d ride
A boat, which we would row. 

Games played upon the sand,
Where later we would swim;
The fishing there was grand,
If one should take the whim. 

'Symphony', the house my father built.  (from a sketch by David Wightman included in his book 'Heads and Tales')

‘Symphony’, the house my father built. (from a sketch by David Wightman included in his book ‘Heads and Tales’)

From upstairs bedroom, cast,
A line, left overnight,
And I would break my fast
On fish, with great delight. 

The Western Head (wiki)

The Western Head (wiki)

A gentle little stroll
To where our street would end –
A place where breakers roll,
And mighty cliffs descend. 

Knysna Heads

Knysna Heads

The Blowhole would admit
A wave, without a doubt …
Explosively would spit
A mighty shower out! 

A spit of different kind
At end of Leisure Isle
Where pansy shells one’d find
When tide was out a while. 

Or, out across the hills,
To see the bushbuck roam,
With secret pathway thrills,
Where leopards had their home. 

And caves all massed with bats,
Near towering rocky spire;
Rock-rabbits having spats,
In altercations dire. 

These lived at Coney Glen –
On other side of hill –
We’d visit there, and then
The Dripping Well would thrill. 

Such recollections pour
In never-ending stream,
Each one produces more
Of what made up that dream … 

That street where I grew up,
Now known as George Rex Drive,
Most truly filled my cup,
And made me feel alive.

© Colonialist May 2014 (WordPress)
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About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies.
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42 Responses to A dream world for growing up

  1. gipsika says:

    What a privilege, to grow up on the Knysna heads! 🙂

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  2. Tokeloshe says:

    You are lucky you grew up in one of our favorite places.

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  3. Delightful to read, and wonderful photos to accompany. You’ve put a lot of yourself into this one, and it is a joy to read!

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  4. adeeyoyo says:

    When I was a child we used to go to Cape Town once a year on holiday and stopped off in Knysna. What lovely memories. I sat at the view site at the Heads and used to sketch my time away. You were so lucky to actually live there. 🙂

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  5. bluebee says:

    A wonderful place, indeed, Col, and a fine poem.

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  6. Kev says:

    Beautiful. 🙂

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  7. The Asian says:

    It must have been amazing growing up there! It’s super stunning

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  8. a lovely walk down a part of your childhood. In the midst of it all, we managed to find some fun along the way.

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  9. gpcox says:

    You painted a picture with words and brought back many memories for me.

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  10. Sonel says:

    You’ve described everything so well in your beautiful poem Col. Great photo’s. It’s really beautiful there. 😀

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  11. disperser says:

    Very nice . . . despite the form it was delivered in.

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  12. nrhatch says:

    An illustrated poem . . . perfect!
    My favorite pic: Knysna Heads

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  13. 68ghia says:

    What a spectacular place to grow up in Col!

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  14. suzicate says:

    It is so beautiful where you live.

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  15. PookyH says:

    What an amazing and beautiful place to spend your childhood.

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  16. A lovely tour, Col. I really love the Western Head shot.

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  17. melouisef says:

    Just beautiful !

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  18. What a fabulous place to grow up. Your poem tells a story of a happy childhood.

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  19. Pussycat44 says:

    And now you live on Bluff
    Where whaling ships once lay
    To be replaced by tankers big
    So cars can be on their way.
    (A bit feeble, but still) 😉

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