I often take wilma a few miles up the road to Saltburn beach, a place we often went when I was a child. I have many many happy memories of building sandcastles whilst mum and Antie Dot sat and chatted about everything and nothing!
I have joined in with another writing project which I heard of via one of my blogging friends, Weaver of Grass. Full credit for the idea belongs to this chap
This morning I read Weaver's excellent poem with the title of "My Home Town! This got me thinking about what I would write, so this afternoon when we went out on the motorbike to Whitby I started playing around with some words. Arriving home I continued to think about it as i cleared out the henshouse, put the hens to bed and finally put Jo into his shed.
Hope you like it!
Childhood spent in street house with a yard out the back
twas a little palace for nothing did I lack
The hills were our playground for hours would we roam
and as the sun began to set we’d make our way back home
For hours on my roller-skates I’d skate near the chippy
this was the 60’s you see our neighbour was a hippy!
Carol was her name, her sewing skills deserve merits
Eric was her new husband and in his yard kept ferrets!
I remember one occasion a bit hard up perchance
she whipped down the curtains and made a dress for a dance!
For family outings we’d head down to the sea
we’d have egg tomato sandwiches, Mum, Auntie Dot and me.
We’d go for little outings when Uncle Moss bought a car
it was an
You see seconds away was the countryside
and through the leafy lanes our little car would glide
The memories still linger my family sadly gone
but the same love of nature I now share with hubby Jon
Not in an Austin A30 do we travel on our tours
but on a blue motorbike we tootle over the moors.
The love I have of nature, the countryside and sea
bring back my childhood memories a good thing, you must agree!