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Since you are so fond of Sudley, I thought you might enjoy the following poem of mine. A slightly different version was posted here in the
creative area earlier.
Mossley Hill: A Spring of My Childhood
Fifty springs later, I remember how
crocuses, dandelions surprised
the damp woods at Sudley House.
I strolled to Emma Holt's
sandstone mansion, ascended
to the upstairs dusty museum
under the eye of the bellicose guard
in Corporation navy blue uniform
who always ordered me
to move to other exhibits:
an Emperor penguin in a glass case,
the dark shrunken head
with a thong through its nose,
painting of Jesus at my age
wearing pajamas in the Temple.
Chased by the guard, I walk
pajamaed down the asphalt drive
pretending I hear the lion roar
over the sandstone wall
from the zoo once next door.
Christopher T. George
* Did you know there is a whole website on Sudley at
http://www.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/sudley/ with the
picture mentioned in the poem specifically at
http://www.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/s...tions/hunt.asp
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