Thoughts of an English Boy
The home that I remember was many years ago
Way back in childhood memories
They're the ones I fondly know
Of dinner on the table after school when I got in
Steak and kidney pudding that wasn't from a tin
Of radio not telly, Children's Hour and Uncle Mac
Larry the Lamb and Toy Town it's joyful looking back
The days that stretched forever - adventures by the score
But in those childhood halcyon days we were a countryside at war
Of cowering in metal shelters while bombs fell from the sky
"Tell me Mum who's Hitler, do you think we're going to die?"
Of catapults and marbles, Desperate Dan and apple scrumping
The arse out of yours trousers after climbing trees and jumping
Then home to sunset evenings, Ovaltine and feather bed
With thoughts of new tomorrows going round inside your head
But that's the home of yesteryear cosseted and warm
A place of love,affection, a harbour from life's storm
And one thing to remember when you decide to roam
A home is where the heart is - a house is not a home.
Poetry by Toonist
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Written on 2009-09-12 at 10:18
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Home
HomeThe home that I remember was many years ago
Way back in childhood memories
They're the ones I fondly know
Of dinner on the table after school when I got in
Steak and kidney pudding that wasn't from a tin
Of radio not telly, Children's Hour and Uncle Mac
Larry the Lamb and Toy Town it's joyful looking back
The days that stretched forever - adventures by the score
But in those childhood halcyon days we were a countryside at war
Of cowering in metal shelters while bombs fell from the sky
"Tell me Mum who's Hitler, do you think we're going to die?"
Of catapults and marbles, Desperate Dan and apple scrumping
The arse out of yours trousers after climbing trees and jumping
Then home to sunset evenings, Ovaltine and feather bed
With thoughts of new tomorrows going round inside your head
But that's the home of yesteryear cosseted and warm
A place of love,affection, a harbour from life's storm
And one thing to remember when you decide to roam
A home is where the heart is - a house is not a home.
Poetry by Toonist
Read 500 times
Written on 2009-09-12 at 10:18
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