Cranleigh Summer Nights
by Raymond Holt
An ex Cranleigh village Bobby
Through honeysuckle breeze,
On cool summer nights.
Gazing up from Cranleigh Common,
Maple trees and cottage lights.
(Seeing with my eyes)
Counting many stars,
Looking down on me below.
Each with a face I love,
From so many years ago.
(Looking with my heart)
Calling my name,
With tears in their eyes.
All left us far too soon,
No time to say goodbye.
(Feeling, oh feeling with my soul)
Now dawn’s breaking,
And stars fall into sea.
I do hope they will remember,
To save a place for me.
(An excerpt from the book of poetry ‘Looking Over My Shoulder’) 
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