A poem

[harry hayes]

This is more for a winters evening than high summer, but hey ho, here we go.

 

UTOPIA, AS AND WHEN

 

Our memory can be quite selective,

When we travel memory lane;

Rinbows, chasing butterflies,

Forgetting the mundane.

 

Schooldays were not quite the happiest,

The 'three R's' taxed your brain;

Nitty Nora; examinations,

To go through those again?

 

Washing day, a nightmare,

Hand me downs while it dried;

Make do and mend an anthem,

Only warmth, the fire-side.

 

Materially we were bankrupt,

In the abstract, rich indeed;

Love, plus hope and innocence,

Were sufficient for our need.

 

The side we choose to remember,

Sunshine wall to wall;

The roadway was your play-ground,

Green fields at beck and call.

 

Father read you stories,

Songs on mother's knee;

Neighbours there in time of need,

Rich as rich could be.

 

There is a longing in all our hearts,

For things which can no longer be;

So here's a toast to memory lane,

A paradise - for you alone to see.

 

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HH 8/2011

[Dizzy]

Lovely Harry and that brought a few tears to my eyes but also a happy and thankful smile.

 

A toast indeed to the memory lane and although many cannot be re-lived in exactly the same way or with the same people.... may we have many more of the same and hope that one day 'ours' and 'theirs' look back and say the same about their times and maybe with us eh

[Wingnut]

That sounds like the kind of world that I visit all too often H. Who needs reality when we have memories like these? But hold on a sec, that was reality. What a lovelly poem.

[harry hayes]

Thank you both. Your kind comments are much appreciated.

 

Very best wishes Happy days (and memories)

[Cleopatra]

Brought back memories of my childhood days.

[harry hayes]

Good God - not the nit nurse.

 

Happy days

[Cleopatra]

Nitty Nora too! lol. Always got a clean bill of health from her but felt sorry for one girl in our class. She once went home with a card. Next couple of days she was missing from school and when she appeared the next day her hair had been cut, short back and sides, like a boy. The embarrassment she must have suffered as everyone knew why.