Tuesday, 6 November 2012

Stuart Masters, FRIEND



Our friendship sings of love
As Gwen’s voice has soared and swooped
Over German opera houses and Hainault halls
The children part
A Red Sea of youth embraces corridor walls
As our friend hears a bell
And rushes to the door
Outside is the lunchtime sky
For a short while there are no bells
No lesson plans
Just friendship
Which she loves like Mozart
Benjamin Britten, Richard Strauss
And green, too, she loves
The colour of her voice which
Like her friendship
Always takes us to another place

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