REMEMBER

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