I awoke to eggs and bacon a whiff upon the stairs .
my Mamgu loved to cook for me
with spot the ball and find the score draw then
Off to paint with easel in hand out to grey sky's did st. go .
Then back for lunch , tray in hand with neighbors on the tele ,
Sons and daughters. and the
Sullivan's with cups of tea and cake .
Tales of a mouse running up my Fathers trousers ,
my Aunty Jane and panda cars and
Cuckoo clocks ,
and China dogs upon a table .
And round and round we would go on roundabouts in my Dadcu s. Old Triamph .
Then came Dr Beechings With a boo and a hiss ,
for leaving sacks on his workers heads and
how the axe fell on Ystalyfera Station
Now he and the Sheriff. Of Nottingham would make a double act
Where's Robin Hood and little John , and that blessed silver arrow ?
What of the curtain in the train ,
Where carriages and people meet ,
and unsteady feet pass by
by moving floor ,
I ask what's behind the curtain ?
And by my Mamgus back door a curtain hung ,
Outside the outdoor privy ,
Of mice and men let me say again ,
What s behind the curtain ?
Of lazy days of whist and pairs Mamgu and I around the table ,
Bruno Tyson ,
Hand of God ,
evenings in front of the tele .
A mangle ,
a washing machine that turned into Captains Log Star date ....
A road ,
Tin cop cars racing around a carpet ...
Bobby scampering up and down the stairs ,
The sweet shop my Aunty ran Next door .
Pink envelopes with sweets in
Then my Dadcus plot of land that over looked the mountain
So lovingly tendered ,
With peas ,
and runner beans *** in hand and **** to pick my Dadcu loved to garden
. Now I could go on but time moves on
and heavens gates await thee ,
an infant in my Mamgus arms ,
as Poppy's pepper the fields ,
Worn on proud men's shirts ,
in remembrance of the fallen .
And as evening called ,
Gods creation sang in beautiful sky's as if to remember ,
the life of love given up for the servitude of many .
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC
I awoke to eggs and bacon a whiff upon the stairs .
my Mamgu loved to cook for me
with spot the ball and find the score draw then
Off to paint with easel in hand out to grey sky's did st. go .
Then back for lunch , tray in hand with neighbors on the tele ,
Sons and daughters. and the
Sullivan's with cups of tea and cake .
Tales of a mouse running up my Fathers trousers ,
my Aunty Jane and panda cars and
Cuckoo clocks ,
and China dogs upon a table .
And round and round we would go on roundabouts in my Dadcu s. Old Triamph .
Then came Dr Beechings With a boo and a hiss ,
for leaving sacks on his workers heads and
how the axe fell on Ystalyfera Station
Now he and the Sheriff. Of Nottingham would make a double act
Where's Robin Hood and little John , and that blessed silver arrow ?
What of the curtain in the train ,
Where carriages and people meet ,
and unsteady feet pass by
by moving floor ,
I ask what's behind the curtain ?
And by my Mamgus back door a curtain hung ,
Outside the outdoor privy ,
Of mice and men let me say again ,
What s behind the curtain ?
Of lazy days of whist and pairs Mamgu and I around the table ,
Bruno Tyson ,
Hand of God ,
evenings in front of the tele .
A mangle ,
a washing machine that turned into Captains Log Star date ....
A road ,
Tin cop cars racing around a carpet ...
Bobby scampering up and down the stairs ,
The sweet shop my Aunty ran Next door .
Pink envelopes with sweets in
Then my Dadcus plot of land that over looked the mountain
So lovingly tendered ,
With peas ,
and runner beans *** in hand and **** to pick my Dadcu loved to garden
. Now I could go on but time moves on
and heavens gates await thee ,
an infant in my Mamgus arms ,
as Poppy's pepper the fields ,
Worn on proud men's shirts ,
in remembrance of the fallen .
And as evening called ,
Gods creation sang in beautiful sky's as if to remember ,
the life of love given up for the servitude of many .
