GROWING UP
We used to play with the pigs when we were kids,
At the end of our back garden, we used to play in the sty,
Over the fence, we were always larkin!
Or we would go over the field, “Can we play in your barn?”
We’d ask the farmers wife, we never came to any harm,
Collecting the moon pennies to put in our bed at night,
Or playing on the local tip, it was a great fright.
Let’s get a gang and go for a walk,
Play in the stream, the woods, never ceasing to talk,
After a long day we would go to bed and try to sleep,
Talking of another day ahead,
Then Mum would shout, “Not another peep!”
Days came and went,
Summers, winters, all the time well spent,
All of a sudden those childhood days came to an end,
Time to grow up, a living to be had, time to make do and amend.
Still watching the pennies, the pounds, shilling and pence,
Nothing seems to have changed from childhood,
We’re just looking over a higher fence.
The time came to leave my town,
Go to pastures new, find a new job,
Working hard, making new friends,
Having nights out, never coming to an end.
Then came the great day, I met a lovely man,
I’ve always called it fate, call it what you can,
But here we still are today, thirty years on.
Never thought we would get here,
Sometimes things never ran smooth,
But sticking together, through laughter and tears,
After all this time it just goes to prove...
By
MARIE ANNE EDWARDS
© Copyright Reserved 2009
We used to play with the pigs when we were kids,
At the end of our back garden, we used to play in the sty,
Over the fence, we were always larkin!
Or we would go over the field, “Can we play in your barn?”
We’d ask the farmers wife, we never came to any harm,
Collecting the moon pennies to put in our bed at night,
Or playing on the local tip, it was a great fright.
Let’s get a gang and go for a walk,
Play in the stream, the woods, never ceasing to talk,
After a long day we would go to bed and try to sleep,
Talking of another day ahead,
Then Mum would shout, “Not another peep!”
Days came and went,
Summers, winters, all the time well spent,
All of a sudden those childhood days came to an end,
Time to grow up, a living to be had, time to make do and amend.
Still watching the pennies, the pounds, shilling and pence,
Nothing seems to have changed from childhood,
We’re just looking over a higher fence.
The time came to leave my town,
Go to pastures new, find a new job,
Working hard, making new friends,
Having nights out, never coming to an end.
Then came the great day, I met a lovely man,
I’ve always called it fate, call it what you can,
But here we still are today, thirty years on.
Never thought we would get here,
Sometimes things never ran smooth,
But sticking together, through laughter and tears,
After all this time it just goes to prove...
By
MARIE ANNE EDWARDS
© Copyright Reserved 2009
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