SUNDAYS
When I was little and it was a Sunday,
There were things that never came our way,
No noisy toys, no street games, no bike,
No gardening, no going for a long hike,
Sunday everywhere was a different day,
No stores open but a brass band did play
In the park, strolling in your Sunday best,
After church and Sunday meal to have a rest.
Then to Evensong and a book before bed,
And prayers before laying down your head.
Now it is all different, not such a quiet day,
So many things we can do that come our way,
It is hard to keep Sunday like it used to be,
For of regular work this day should be free,
Stores all open, sports activities are everywhere.
There is no sweet tranquillity in the Sabbath air,
But noise and confusion, business as usual you see,
There is nowhere to go to find Sunday tranquillity,
For cities, towns and county all join in the fun
So where is my dear Sabbath day now gone?
(Millicent) Ann Margetson June 22, 2003