I record my memories, of where I lived my life,
People who lived and worked here, all about the strife,
The ones that moulded me, from very early age,
Learning how to cope with life, recorded on this page.
I started with my mother, and all the things she did,
Father’s next on how to work, to earn an honest quid,
Then it’s all the neighbours, of how they influenced me,
Its on to school and educate, to use my head you see.
Everyone’s an influence, in a small village like ours,
Tell you tales when they were young, they went on for hours,
Some were porkies I’ve no doubt, but non of them were lies,
Stories told and past down, told before they meet demise.