Old cottage dwellers, straw on the roof
Garden cut, hedgerows trimmed close
Hanging basket flowers, hanging nice
A pond, a fishing rod, a doorbell twice.
Cups of tea on saucers, old granddad Tom
Cutting thistle, cutting grass and a thumb
Smart attire pictures in black and white
Tents on the lawn, staring stars at night.
Cobbled floors with carpet sat red raw
Playing with grandmother Gladys toys
Remember the silence of just a tick tock
Where old age grew alongside the clock
Daisies, daffodils, bluebells, and a dew
Climbing trees up high, fall down on you
And, neighbouring moments were gone
Nothing appears badly, nothing is wrong.
Windows gleamed as pictures fell apart
Living rooms have a beautiful, peaceful heart
And, winters have gone with a heartbeat
A landing of hope to bluff yourself a treat.
Toads undergrowth learn to hop and jump
Flying across fields, a bee got the hump.
Swings and roundabouts, fairground fields
On damaged ground, how not to grow a yield.
Adulthood was a million miles away
When suddenly I learned it wasn't
To do the things I used to everyday
Was forgotten, but never taken away.
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Those days and times were so special.
They still are, Goldfimch60.
A fine write Kevin. I saw some more thatched cottages on a country walk recently.
Just beautifully done, aren't they? A good tradesmen skill going back years and years, yet still, survive till this day.
Memories well captured in this piece of work show how enhanced is childhood when looking at times of simple pleasures with old cottage dwellers back in the past. Your write Kevin describes clearly the outside and in of the place where peace reigned with a loved Grandad and that can never be taken away.
Your wording is so beautiful to read it warms my heart. I'm so happy you can relate to me and my poem. I remember when I just only 5 or 6 years old. My great grandmother passed away when she was 87, and my Greatgrandad passed away when he finally got to 84. I remember so much about them, it's so wonderful to have them memorised. Thank you for such a comment,
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