On Returning to Gullworthy

There is an old stone bridge
somewhere,
way over yonder that still
crosses our Tamar ..
Some way before she reaches
weirhead and where
the salmon still leap in threes ..
There is also a hovel,
well hidden behind brambles
and bracken
where old Betsy Drurey once
lived and cast spells ..
I note there is also, a derelict
cowshed still
barely standing where more
than once, we both
played doctors and nurses,
in old Dodges field ..
On my word folks, it feels I’ve
been away for years ..
But in spite of all that, I think
I might just have
caught sight of her recently ..
Still wearing a smile,
an Afghan, her beads and her flares ..