Ravensbourne Poem by Paul Reed

Closely gathered doors off the hallway
Is how I remember home
A kitchen for baking
With bread dough rising by the fire
And a bedroom of books and toys
And football strips and posters
A mass of bricks and tiles that was a castle
And a haven to hide in
With the view down the Avenue
Paul's Scarlet Climber nestling safe in the front garden
The back garden fleetingly Wembley, then Wimbledon
Then anything at all
That a young mind could fill with his imagination
A rotting greenhouse but still stood proud
With aromas of tomato plants
A vegetable plot with frost-bitten sprouts
Gathered on a Sunday morning for lunch
From the rich and fertile soil
Who could have wished for a better place?