Edited by Gill Burrell, Saturday, 13 Aug 2022, 13:54
Life in the country used to be good In between village, field and wood Time went by so slow and easy The weather was often damp and breezy Concealed in cottage warm and cosy when the children were so young and rosy Then there were joyful songs to be sung Games to be played Great books to be read The fairy stories we read in bed Hide and seek we played round the shed Nights in front of fire's golden glow Singing by the old pia-no When we were just young And our lives had begun. But the house is now cold And we have all grown old
When we were young- .poem
Life in the country used to be good
In between village, field and wood
Time went by so slow and easy
The weather was often damp and breezy
Concealed in cottage warm and cosy
when the children were so young and rosy
Then there were joyful songs to be sung
Games to be played
Great books to be read
The fairy stories we read in bed
Hide and seek we played round the shed
Nights in front of fire's golden glow
Singing by the old pia-no
When we were just young
And our lives had begun.
But the house is now cold
And we have all grown old
Gill Burrell