POEM: Remember the old times

Little yellow houses with a pram at every door,

Sunday, 19th February 2017, 6:00 am
Updated Tuesday, 28th February 2017, 11:35 am

That’s how Bates Avenue (prefabs) Holywell,

Looked a few years after war.

We grew up as one family,

With love for all to share,

You could enter any door to find a welcome there,

At school or church and play,

We always stuck together,

We loved to march on Gala Day,

Up and down the streets,

Have races, rides and lots of fun,

With a bag of food for treats,

Lots of us were born in 1947,

Baby boom year,

Happy 70th birthday to anyone reading this,

Fond memories for us all.

Christine Nicholson (nee Richardson)