There was once a long vanished England;
Of well-spoken presenters
Of the BBC Home Service,
Light Service, and Children’s Favourites,
Of coppers and tanners, and ten bob notes;
And jolly shopkeepers, and window cleaners.
I remember my cherished Wolf Cub pack,
How I loved those Wednesday evenings,
The games, the pomp and seriousness of the camps,
The different coloured scarves, sweaters and hair
During the mass meetings,
The solemnity of my enrolment,
Being helped up a tree by an older boy,
Baloo, or Kim, or someone,
To win my Athletics badge,
Winning my first star, my two year badge,
And my swimming badge
With its frog symbol, the kindness of the older boys.
- Author: Carl Halling ( Offline)
- Published: December 7th, 2015 03:52
- Comment from author about the poem: "There Once Was a Long-Vanished England" was recently extracted from two lengthy autobiographical pieces, "Born on the Goldhawk Road" and "Snapshots from a Child’s West London", which currently form part of an earlier volume, "A Perfectly Foolish Young Man I Wanted", verse one having initially existed, ca. 2002, as some kind of drastically attenuated short story; while verses two to three also began life as a story, but dating from when I was about 21.
- Category: Reflection
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