Let Me Take You To my childhood Of Old…[/

[Pomgolian]

Let Me Take You To a childhood Of Old…

Let me take you to my days of old
When neighbours were friendly, generous, courageous and bold.
When they all knew your name;
The Vicar, Priest, the man in the shop, and even the friendly local Cop
When we played in the street without terror or fear and went to the pub to get ‘our Nan’s’ beer.
When we wondered around without a care in the world, had adventures and games, like kiss chase with the boys and the girls.
When every street had an old woman known as ‘The witch’ who would chase away kids with the broom or a switch.
When a penny was a fortune and a tanner was more, we tout for odd jobs cheeky enough to knock every door.
When we kids would walk, cycle or ride on the bus and no matter how big our gang was,
Folk had no reason to be afraid of us.
Today the kids are behind fences, windows and doors
With Playstations, computers, cell phones and the T.V., a world of technology, but no longer free.

 

[Di.Poppitt]

That is great Pom, and oh so very true

 

[anthony and jackie perry]

Pom your poem is so accurate, we played safe for hours on end, just went home when we got hungry. I fear for my grandchildren, what will life be like for them when they are older./
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[David Weaver]

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'AN ASTON LAD'​

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David Weaver (C)​

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The Villa was playing a home game,​

as an Aussie parked his mini bus.​

Noticing a gang of young urchins,​

self proclaimed guardians of us.​

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He walked across to the youngsters,​

and picked out the obvious boss.​

‘I’m leaving this here and expect it,​

to be on return without loss.’​

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There'll be wipers in place all working,​

the radio will still sing a tune.​

I'll be back after seeing all the sights'​

but I don't expect it be soon.​

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'How much?' said the cunning boy grinning. ​

'How much to make sure its OK.?​

‘Nothing,' said the Australian smiling, ​

'because there is nothing to pay.’​

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'I’m walking across to Aston Church,​

where I was named long ago.​

Then its Aston Hall to ride on the swings,​

see the ghosts of dead folks I did know.'​

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'I’ll remember the bombs and the shouting,​

the fires and the smell of the dust.​

The bravery and love for each other,​

though none would admit as they cussed.'​

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'My dad carried coal through these entries,​

helped people out freezing cold.​

Even with food when they needed it,​

when all their belongings were sold.'​

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'So look to my bus young fella,​

its unlocked and ready to go.​

But when I return make sure it be there,​

because I guarded your granddads so.'​

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'I’m one of you just under the skin,​

I guarded like you have done.​

But you are like me an Aston Lad,​

and Mom said there’s no finer son. ​

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'It’s something we have without realising it,​

it’s a bond over which we don’t say.​

So take care of my bus young Aston Lad,​

and remember years back I did pay.​

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When I returned the bus was still there,​

guarded by the cream of the crop.​

The Aston Lad's I'd trust with my life,​

five quid each and a trip round the block.​

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END​

Let Me Take You To a childhood Of Old*‚*…

Let me take you to my days of old
When neighbours were friendly, generous, courageous and bold.
When they all knew your name;
The Vicar, Priest, the man in the shop, and even the friendly local Cop
When we played in the street without terror or fear and went to the pub to get *‚*‘our Nan*‚*’s*‚*’ beer.
When we wondered around without a care in the world, had adventures and games, like kiss chase with the boys and the girls.
When every street had an old woman known as *‚*‘The witch*‚*’ who would chase away kids with the broom or a switch.
When a penny was a fortune and a tanner was more, we tout for odd jobs cheeky enough to knock every door.
When we kids would walk, cycle or ride on the bus and no matter how big our gang was,
Folk had no reason to be afraid of us.
Today the kids are behind fences, windows and doors
With Playstations, computers, cell phones and the T.V., a world of technology, but no longer free.

 

[G G Jean]

Re: Let Me Take You To my childhood Of Old*‚*…[/

David that is a wonderful read. Have you any more. Your Sutton Park friend. Jean. Love your's too Chris.

 

[carolina]

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David that was really touching, thanks. Carol

 

[crimble]

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oh that was so lovely.

 

[Wendy]

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Lovely David..x

 

[podgery]

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Pom and David more please they are brill.

 

[David Weaver]

Re: Let Me Take You To my childhood Of Old*‚*…[/

Pom and David more please they are brill.

'Aston Memories'​

​

David Weaver (C)​

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The German planes had returned to their lofts,​

leaving craters and a very large mess.​

Rascals collect shrapnel, and maybe a fin,​

danger looms but they couldn't care less.​

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A young man digs into the rubble,​

bare handed he works like a slave.​

No tools to help with the concrete slabs, ​

few stretchers to pick up those saved.​

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He crawled into a hole he'd uncovered, ​

and this is what I heard him say,​

'It's ok our Babby, I'm coming,​

I'll not leave you down there all day.'​

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He was crying a lot I noticed, ​

tear threads cut through the dust.​

But his hands never stopped digging, ​

blocking out pain as he thrust.​

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'Now listen our Babby start calling,​

just let me know you're not dead.​

Mom and dad, never made it out,​

I can't bear to think what they said.'​

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'Just keep me going with a message,​

I don't care how long it takes.​

Make the best effort to hang on a while,​

but stay strong for both our sakes.'​

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'I think I can hear someone breathing,​

please tell me it has to be you. ​

Call and I'll work here forever,​

promise and I'll swear it be true.'​

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'Hang on our Babby, yes I hear you,​

reach up and give us a hand. ​

I'll pull you out of that terrible place,​

that dark cave that's half filled with sand.'​

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Reach up I've got you held by the wrist,​

use all the strength you've got left.​

And stop being daft you silly young thing,​

I'll rescue your Teddy Bear next.​

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