External linkEden Rock by Charles Causley
They are waiting for me somewhere beyond Eden? Rock:? My father, twenty-five, in the same suit ?Of Genuine Irish Tweed, his terrier Jack ?Still two years old and trembling at his feet. My mother, twenty-three, in a sprigged dress? Drawn at the waist, ribbon in her straw hat,? Has spread the stiff white cloth over the grass.? Her hair, the colour of wheat, takes on the light. She pours tea from a Thermos, the milk straight ?From an old H.P. sauce-bottle, a screw ?Of paper for a cork; slowly sets out? The same three plates, the tin cups painted blue. The sky whitens as if lit by three suns. ?My mother shades her eyes and looks my way? Over the drifted stream. My father spins? A stone along the water. Leisurely, ?They beckon to me from the other bank.? I hear them call, 'See where the stream-path is! ?Crossing is not as hard as you might think.' I had not thought that it would be like this.