They were only supposed to be temporary
After the war a structure to house the homeless
With an inside loo seen as rather contemporary
Some may say that they were soulless
But to me the Arcon on Arcon Drive
Was an oasis of fun when I was about five
I used to stay with Grandma and Grandpa
Play football on a field at the back not far
I would run in the garden round and round
Pretending I was a train making a whistling sound
I remember sitting at the table on a big wooden chair
Enjoying mince and mash, a dinner beyond compare
There was no central heating just a gas fire
To go to the freezing bedroom I had no desire
In summertime I would watch with wonder
As grandpa tended his tommies and the occasional runner
I loved the prefab the house for the masses
Even if they are viewed now through rose coloured glasses.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem following a visit to the modern history museum at Eden Camp in Yorkshire. There is a prefabricated house just like the one my grandparents lived. It brought back so many memories of staying there as a child. In fact I was quite emotional peering in through the windows.
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They were amazing buildings two of my Uncles had one each and I too cane remember having some great times with them in there home, and they were homes not just temporary buildings, they lasted for many years.
Great memories.
So nostalgic - I also remember them - there were several not far from my home which, although it did suffer some damage, came through the war in one piece. It is no wonder that many older folk voted Brexit. Enjoyed this great write.
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