HAPPY MEMORIES
Skipping across the meadow the wind in my hair
Looking up at the blue sky my heart free from care,
Arms outstretched wanting with the birds to fly,
Be part of heaven look down on myself from the sky.
Meeting Old Ben a large dray horse now for work to old
He loved to be with the cows and still grand to behold.
I usually took him an apple or a crust of gran’s new bread
I can still feel his soft nose as he nuzzled close to my head.
He used to go to the stile so we could climb up on his back
For he was very tall and big, but fear we all did lack
For he would not let us fall as he sauntered round the field,
And we became knights of old wearing butler and shield.
Then I’d go to bluebell hill and take just a few back home,
Walk past the stream and watched the stone make it foam
As it scurried ever onward down to the young river Trent
Place a leaf in there and wonder how far it always went.
Simple happy memories that filled my young heart with glee
Tucked away deep in my heart and now to be set quite free
To share the little joys that as a child often came my way,
And later on I’ll think again and write again another day.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 24 May 2006