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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.

Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.

Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.

November by Walter de la Mare
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Nostalgia

mheredgemheredge Posts: 40,761 ✭✭✭✭
Do you remember any of these things?

A POEM THAT SOME CAN RELATE TO

I remember the cheese of my childhood,
And the bread that we cut with a knife,
When the children helped with the housework,
And the men went to work not the wife.

The cheese never needed a fridge,
And the bread was so crusty and hot,
The children were seldom unhappy
And the wife was content with her lot.

I remember the milk from the bottle,
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from the fridge; in the shop.

The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn't need money for kicks,
Just a game with their mates in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.

I remember the shop on the corner,
Where a pen'orth of sweets was sold
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it....I'm just getting old?

I remember the 'loo' was the lav
And the bogy man came in the night,
It wasn't the least bit funny
Going "out back" with no light.

The interesting items we perused
From the newspapers cut into squares,
And hung on a peg in the loo,
It took little to keep us amused.

The clothes were boiled in the copper,
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mum pressed everyone's 'duds'.

I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren't heard of
And we hadn't much choice what we wore.

Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.

Comments

  • mheredgemheredge Posts: 40,761 ✭✭✭✭
    I feel ancient. I remember ALL of these things except the newspaper in the loo.
  • [Deleted User][Deleted User] Posts: 1,493
    I know about the newspaper in the loo, but no, I don't feel ancient.
  • mheredgemheredge Posts: 40,761 ✭✭✭✭
    edited April 2014
    :)) That's the only one I didn't know about, but then we never had an outside loo. Older houses in Britain used to sometimes have these, even into the 1980s.
  • [Ex Member][Ex Member] Posts: 0 ✭✭
    I remember some of them. Good memories ...
  • mheredgemheredge Posts: 40,761 ✭✭✭✭
    Particularly I remember the cream at the top of the milk bottle, which was delivered around 7am every morning to the front door of our house. It was a fight who could get the inch of cream before my mother went and spoiled it by giving the bottle a good shake to mix the cream with the rest of the milk.
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