Nostalgia Trip
They all came by our house each day,
The milkman with his horse and dray.
two tinfoil topped bottles on the step he lay.
They all came by our house each day,
The postman with his heavy load would come,
Christmas and Birthday cards for us and Mum.
They all came by our house each day
The coalman with his heavy black sack,
Dropped in the cellar, No nutty slack!
They all came by our house each day,
The ice cream man, his hand-bell would peal
A big bowl of ice cream for after our meal.
They all came by our house each day,
The rag-man blowing his bugle as if to say,
Have you any old rags for me today?
Yes they all came by our house each day,
Then time moved on and they went away,
No one selling their wares in the street today.
Inspired by Judith Angell Meyer.
© Dave Timperley May 2015
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