REMEMBER
By
Ray Finch
The village where I grew, so picturesque small and pretty
So much better we all thought, than living in a city
With lots of open spaces, and woods to go and play
Coming home at night, head to toe in mud and clay
Mother would say, oh my goodness look at you
But mum we beat the Indians, and played footy too
So many memories, that I now have
Fixing bikes and other things, with my dear old dad
Me and my brother, were as close as can be
Many secrets we held, just him and me
So on this day as we now recall
The lives of hero’s who have bled away
We will remember all of them, In our own special way