Footprints Of The Past
Returning to my childhood, my mind turns back the clock
And I think again of memories that will forever last,
I reminisce on bygone days & on my childhood days take stock
And happily do I tread again in those footprints of the past.
I grew up in the thirties in those depression hungry years,
Where not to waste a single thing was certainly not a fable,
Where our stable diet was mutton to allay our hunger fears
And the rabbit played a mighty part upon the kitchen table.
Thinking of my first day at school & tears as a matter of course
And to say it was a happy day would definitely not be true
Pop took me off to school that day behind him on the horse
Where I was supposed to learn & bid my pre-school days adieu.
I remember well those days at school & the fun &games we had
Although we had to walk two miles across the dusty plain,
Most memories were quite good though some were rather bad
But to mention any one of these I certainly must refrain.
I remember one time at school when school sores were rife
And one mother’s cure was to give sulphur & honey to her son,
She said it was a wondrous cure & would maintain a healthier life
But there was another darker side of which we boys made fun.
The down side was that it had a terrible affect upon the bowels
And to misbehave before the teacher certainly wasn’t the rule,
Although it was quite unbearable, for the smell was horribly foul
And we had to suffer the consequence in that tiny one room school.
At weekends we’d go rabbiting with the ferrets and the dogs,
As that was the only way we could earn some pocket money,
For through the war years rabbit skins were worth a tidy bob
And we all enjoyed the tasty meat supplied by the humble bunny.
Money was so very scarce back in those youth full years
But it taught us how to thrifty be & only buy what we would need,
And though we always paid our bills they were often in arrears
But it never done us any harm and caution was the creed.
It all happened over sixty years ago and it’s nice to reminisce
For I wouldn’t change those memories for the die has long been cast,
To return once more to childhood, I place great emphasis
To see again and walk again in those footprints of the past.