Chew Magna 1938 in Colour. Rare 16mm footage.

Historic (1938) Chew Magna Film

I apologis this fim will not play here. Watch instead at :

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mw7eYvn27BQ

Journey Home by Tim Veater

So we fly the path before us

Whitening waves dash pebbled shore

Lights do nothing but to blind us

Till from above the light is pure.

Wind behind us bids us forward

Aelolus on our side

Dark and damp the sea spray tells us

There is no where left to hide.

Onward onward

For the clock is ticking fast

Sea to seaward, land to land ward,

What was forest, now is marsh.

Listen to the rush and rattle

As the ocean strokes the land

Listen to the power that quickens

With the shifting of the sand

Mighty clock the wheels are turning

All are spinning round the sun

So too my wheels are yearning

With each cycle to be home.

There is nothing here to keep us

All is noisy, false and vain.

Gyrating bodies crush together

Vain attempt to squeeze the pain

I alone head out, head east

Balanced on a narrow tread

Leaving all the road behind me

Looking to the road ahead.

Just one star above is shining

Despite the billions hiding there

So just one human here is riding

In the damp and misty air.

Old Friend by Tim Veater

A printer's apprentice he became

Book-binding skill by any other name

All grown up and went away

Only the childish memories remain

Lodged within my addled adult brain

A remnant of a distant sound

Reverberates inside my hollow skull

Stuck fast like stalactite

Hanging from a limestone wall

Deep underground.

He was a boy, an all male friend

And all the things that I was not

I did not plead to seek his love

But revelled in it when it flowed

His heavy arm wrapped round my head

Playing with my right hand ear

Unseen, my spirit glowed

As across the playground yard we strolled

I guess when I was eight and he was ten

He walked me home.

As now in bed I lay

Late in the night, late in the day

A lifetime lost like water flowing down a drain

I struggle to recall those precious moments

Lost but valued still

That follow me against his will

And still remain

Reignited by a FaceBook post

Familiar face and smile but aged

A lifetime separating them and us.

Retaining yet an echo of that innocent embrace

A glimmer of a fire almost gone out

Yet embers warm the cockles of the heart

So unashamed I remember now

Yes I command my brain to act

Recalling what I can of moments gone

Before the flickering candle spits and dies

Recall, recall, I here demand what cells remain

An honest game of poker played in a far-off land

I'd pay again to feel and see the dealer's hand.