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The Summer Lane Kid..... Book 2

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keith harding

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Hi everyone, as some of you may know, my dad Brian 'the summer lane kid' was writing his 2nd book before he passed away, he had almost completed it, all that was left to do was the covers and then to have it printed and put together.

well i have took it upon myself to do this as a final tribute to him, so just letting those of you who are interested in our dads 'stories in verse' book it is available from me, there is a small charge for the book, £2.50 + £1 p&p. I also have a few copies of his first book available at the same price

for more info and how to get one, either send me a PM or an email, my email address to use is: [email protected]

thanks for taking the time to read this post

keith harding
 
hi keith..so glad that you decided to put your dads poems into print...he would be so proud of you...

i will be in touch for my copy....

lyn:):):)
 
here's a little taster for you all to read.
this poem is out of dads new book, and i can remember him telling me this story whilst we were out fishing at the same place.

the books are now ready, if anyone would like a copy.......................


A Day’s Fishing As A Kid

How do you fancy going fishing on Sunday my mate?
I’ll have to ask our mom if she’ll buy me some bait,
Where you going to go fishing to then?
To Worcester on the weir on the River Severn,
You’ll catch some fish, I’m telling you
Roach and Perch, Dace and Gudgeon to
Now to reach the spot on the weir
You had to pass the tramps with fear
They would try to stop you going past
So we evaded them by running fast
They used to beg for money and fags off us
And if we gave them none, they’d swear and cuss
We reached the spot below the weir
And we started fishing by the sewer
We caught a few fish from this spot
And as the day wore on, it started getting hot
Now our mate Wally said “I aint’t half thirsty”
Has anyone got a drink for me?
Then the daft fool he went for a drink on the weir
He came back and told us, it’s alright, the water’s clear
It doesn’t taste very nice, but it’s nice and cool
The silly bugger paid for it, he was a wick off school
Now if when he’s fishing and gets very dry
He thinks of that episode, when he was a boy!!

thanks for taking the time to read this poem

Keith
 
hi keith..thanks for that taster....its great..i want one of the old and one of the new please...just off to email you....

lyn:):):)
 
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