Waiting, anticipating the train.
\nCrossed upon these lines again.<\/p>\n
My father seemed, confused, perplexed.
\nMy sister Louise, she didn\u2019t know why either.
\nMam stayed home, afraid she may make a fuss.
\nAfraid she may show some emotion.<\/p>\n
Wynn, well he\u2019s done this all before,
\nat least twice, something of an expert.
\nCourage had come in four cans of double dragon.
\nClattering in my pack.<\/p>\n
Still we looked west, no sign the train.<\/p>\n
Stand back for a second,
\nWhat am I really feeling here?
\nI\u2019m too afraid to feel joy.
\nToo joyful to be certain.<\/p>\n
A bit lost, uncertain how I\u2019d done this
\nMy fault, again, really.
\nI\u2019d hoped, created, dissembled,
\nbluffed my way to this point.<\/p>\n
It was Lee Williams, (Purdey we called him, So I did.\u00a0They said I was qualified enough to apply, But Lun had taken me to Plymouth, But I could lie for Wales. They offered me a place, Anyway, Plymouth it was to be. I\u2019d left the address of my digs to be So there I am, waiting for the train.<\/p>\n Thinking I could be away for three weeks or more. Great Western train.<\/p>\n My father shook my hand, Louise just stared.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Waiting, anticipating the train. Crossed upon these lines again. My father seemed, confused, perplexed. My sister Louise, she didn\u2019t know why either. Mam stayed home, afraid she may make a fuss. Afraid she may show some emotion. Wynn, well he\u2019s … Continue reading
\nfor his ridiculous bowl cut.)
\nIt was he who had told me;
\n\u201cGo down the education office, you\u2019ll get in for certain.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n
\nand the applications had gone out.
\nOne interview in Windsor
\nGot offered a place there too.<\/p>\n
\nI almost missed out, I almost didn\u2019t go.
\nWhere would I be now if I hadn\u2019t?
\nNot here, not me, for certain.<\/p>\n
\nNot only kidding people who should know
\nbetter, that I deserved the place,
\nbut also kidding myself I could pull it off.<\/p>\n
\nwithout asking me to get maths sorted.
\nWe\u2019d crossed Dartmoor on the way back,
\nI\u2019d seen my first tors, love at first sight.<\/p>\n
\nAn elderly aunt had given me fifty quid.
\nMore money than I\u2019d ever held,
\nconfidence in a note.<\/p>\n
\nnext to the phone at home.
\nIs that significant?
\nWas I hoping that I\u2019d have to turn back?<\/p>\n
\nHoping it wouldn\u2019t come, or that it would come sooner.
\nHoping some friendly person would call my bluff and lead me home.
\nUnder the bridge I\u2019d crossed for primary and infants school.<\/p>\n