Times gone byA Poem by John PrestonShadows of My Past ONE:
Tinker calls now and then Sharpens knifes do he Wooden frame pushed along Sandstone wheel, pedal power that be. Saturday sometimes Gas works go Silver cross pram no babe in here Fuel for stove fire it be. Sunday Salvation Army Granny’s home later go He be Chimney swipe i know Three story high mansion to me Sweet jar in cupboard penny’s too. War coupons Co-Operative store Overhead line cash it takes No till here Fresh eggs put under light Check for what I’m not sure. Elms at Easter Businessman be From the wood yard in the lane Silver sixpence, only one we have. First TV Rawhide Clint Eastwood Highway Patrol Broderick Crawford Broom upside down for broken leg No electric, gas lights instead Whip and top, Hoops, Dobbers too (sling) Peashooters, Pen knifes a must for boys Policeman on foot be scared of he Large belts for punishment be
TWO:
Baking cakes, bread as well "Well" bottom of street, i see Washhouse outside, only Mondays be Copper boiler fire below Dolly tub, mangle, and adjust the ringer, Turn, turn Corner shops, no supermarkets, no sliced bread then Lead soldiers, tin toys, and wooden fort for all "Penny" toys so much more Play in the street, parks Safe all safe Leave doors unlocked could we Loo down the garden Contraption it be Belfast sink, cold tap had we Black range oven fire both Iron - iron on oven with cloth in hand Tin bath once a week we share Brick in oven, wrap in paper hot water bottle be Four in a bed Two top Two bottom Who wet the bed boys - boys four that be Playing bank of river i do fall Under i go i do not swim Fast flowing carried away Arms outstretched Branch or grass i do grab It breaks away i try again Pull, pull to safety so Wet, wet home i go Trouble no, no one at home Boys be boys.............and so it should be so.
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Added on September 12, 2014 Last Updated on September 12, 2014 AuthorJohn PrestonAshbourne, Derbyshire Dales, United KingdomAboutI'm past my time not long to go, but ha I'll just keep going, day by day one step at a time. I can not write but I try poetry, rime a little story. Please comment as you feel. It's good to know. Dy.. more..Writing
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