Wedding Poem for Jamie and Beth.
Read as waves break on the shore during their ceremony in York Harbour U.S.A.
5th September 2010
A regular Saturday
pub-banter is dull
Jamie’s beer somehow pallid
no colour no sun,
on screen more commercials
no action no fun.
It is then that he sees her
this vision in red
and loves lucid fire
sparks in him instead.
This rose of a woman
she blooms in his sight
brings heat to his chest
he thinks he’ll ignite,
she’s glinting on glasses
on bottles, the bar-top
his heart is unravelling
his legs they are travelling
his feet will not stop.
Being fearfully British
he swallows his pride
and in a few paces,
is stood, with a mate, at her side.
Beth with her friend
turns round, went to say -
as he got close -
I’m not interested - clear off - go away!
But his method of speech
his tone and his height
she thinks – mmmm – well -
I just might…
This goofy-guy he has charm
he’s nice and he’s English
what could be the harm?
And
Oh
how that accent slipped under her guard-
such a cute curiosity,
she couldn’t be hard.
The night it flashed past
they got on so well
but what was to unfold
no-one could tell.
Time passes. No news.
Beth’s all a flutter.
We’re on the third week.
She wants to see him.
But is it her that he’ll seek?
Then a holiday rental
last minute he caught
not hard to imagine
whose friendship he sought.
Yes of course it was Beth
no doubt about that
her company playful,
so easy to chat.
Time together it flew by,
and this sweet English-gent
became Beth’s Mr. July.
Adventurers both
they’ll skim up a tree
like squirrels for chestnuts,
loved rambling free
exploring the mansions
then a swim in the sea.
From far distant shores
in Newport they’d met
by coincidence and chance
could their love seal be set?
To wander and wonder
get caught by surprise
when they just goof about
catch the look in their eyes.
Hear their echoes on lakes
tackling streams in full flood
they are brave and courageous
tides surge in their blood.
Two shapes by a campfire,
a late summer date
this Yellowstone adventure
cemented their fate.
Stars pinned up high
in that heavenly dome
fortell that Vancouver
could soon become home.
So with Beth’s two white kitties
Jamie heads out
he prays that she’ll join him
and not turn-about.
She is a queen in his eyes
he’s good and he’s kind,
says ‘we must be together
please don’t change your mind’.
And lucky for him, for us
our Beth knew
and invited us here
to witness it’s true.
Beverley Fry. 2010

…..now in summer this single girl needs something to do, and a fruity weekend is a big temptation.