THOSE WERE THE DAYS
Memories come floating back
Of youth in bygone days
The freedom of the countryside
And winding waterways.
Tossing hay and finding mice
Escaping from their grassy nest
Summer days and balmy nights
Watching sunset in the west.
Different shades of green amid
Fields and woods and shaded copse
Spending hours of childhood days
Helping Mother pick the hops.
Wartime days with death in sky
Children chased by enemy planes
Bombs leave craters day and night
Frequent shattered window panes.
Safety of the lanes to play
No chance of strangers lurking there
Traffic few and far between
Farmer leading old grey mare.
Lambing time a joy to watch
Newborn trying hard to stand
Ewes had babies two or three
Tails tied off with rubber band.
Those were the days when time stood still
When dreams were made to last
Today the pace is ever on
Can we not hold the past?
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