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POETRY ROMSLEY As I grow older my thoughts often stray To the days of my childhood, now many years away, To the small crowded cottage that once was my home, My father and my mother both now long gone.
We played in the woods and the fields all around, I recall only summer, limbs golden brown, Dogs and cats we had many, a pony called Joe All on a hill-top these long years ago.
So pretty our village there high on a hill And I wish that it could be just the same still But the cottage has gone and the garden so fine Has made way for a house that never was mine.
The narrow cobbled streets of the small quiet town Are replaced by fine shops and wide roads to drive down. The view from the hill top is no longer seen For uncared for hedges provide a thick screen.
The tiny old church remains quiet and unscarred, But the church door is locked and the windows are barred, The years have rolled by and the memories are strong, Of halcyon days before things went so wrong.
We found things to do without wrecking and stealing, We didn't sniff glue or find torture appealing, We had no TV and no money to spend, Perhaps we were better for that in the end.
I remember my childhood with a tear in my eye For the old fashioned standards, alas now gone by. |