While standing in the cemetery ,I recalled how good life used to be ,
Without the Xbox and the wii ,
We would climb upon the chestnut tree ,
And collect large fresh eggs for the tea .
We’d run barefoot thro’ the meadow
Strolling, and laughing as we’d go.
Tilled fields in straight lines ready to sow.
Our small toes turning, the fat worms squirming
In the cold fresh clay of the brown furrow
There was always a sow and piglets
The turkey and its Christmas giblets
The cockerel crew in the morning
The sign of a new day dawning
The cattle , the sheepdog barking
Swishing tails, large eyes blinking
From large horse flies biting, stinging
My Aunt so happy singing
To the cow that she was milking.
The butter made in the wooden churn
The dried turf ready on the Aga to burn
The new day filled with awe and wonder
A summer filled with joy and plunder.