Not Always Rosey In the Valley

Remember the days of yesteryear when family ties were held most dear, and gas lamps flickered in the back street while most of us danced a different beat! Tragic alleyways of smog and smut “Live over the brush” Branded a sl*t, silhouettes infringe the darkest night gullible back shift broke the morning light! Adventurous nights at “Townhead mill” A pint of beer the back porch thrill, when no! Meant yes in rapturous skill to fumigated music from “Nashville” Obnoxious libertine this! Bread man bay curtain drawn delivery van, the structure conspired indiscretion clinical the world’s oldest profession! Sporting gentlemen in summer bliss caught first ball! Costly night on the piss! Pavilion home to moorside drover many a chaste maiden bowled over! Partial pilgrimage down “Bolton Road” Black and amber heroes round ball code, liniment buoyant throughout the room manly skills embroider the village groom! Cardinal days steeped in “Rock’n’Roll” Sire in fear of them out of control, a colossal wedge between culture in shadows of decency vile vulture! Repetitious days of school yard might “Alfie” Reduced to a life of plight! Parent queried! Yet misunderstood reasons for mayhem in the neighbourhood! Lads and lasses lost in “Hide and Seek” Games of “stroke-a-Back” every week, by the old school yard we all did laik* Now the street is naked, for “Heaven sake!” © Harry J Horsman 2020 *laik Yorkshire for play, as in 'play out'