Took Me Back

The cottage was no more than a shack, But it kinda took me back, To that place, I grew up and spent me days, Livin and learnin, its all sort of a haze. We was poor, but always had enough to eat. Me dad was hard, and oh, me mum was sweet. A good combination to raise a lad, An I was mostly always happy with what I had. Fishin and explorin just my ol dawg an me, A good life, as it all come back to my memory. For a kid not havin much, there's a thing to be said, He appreciates what he's got, an makes do instead. Most don't crave more that what they've got. Ya see, poor kids don't really find they need a lot, A pole for fishin, a log on which to sit, A stick to throw the dawg, a few friends close knit. To keep fit, for fun an exercise a creek to swim in, But things all change when he grows to notice women. Then its time to move to the big smoke. Women aint all that interested in a poor bloke. They like to be romanced and as you probably know, That requires a good job to earn a fair bit of dough. It was time I said farewell, I was off to the city, Got a job and tried my luck findin a lass very pretty. Now with the misses an our four kids, life's good. I try hard not to spoil em, even though I could. I am a happy bloke, take everything in my stride, But I kinda look back on that little shack, with pride. Sponsor Brian Strand Contest Name A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE NO 1200 March 2023