The Land of Memories

Find me. You can always find me, In the Land of Memories. It's a lovely place to go visit, When I'm lonely and just sit. Or I can stand at the gate, I don't have to wait, Because before too long, Someone nice will come along. They may stop and sit, maybe chat, About before I was and this and that. About the bygone times we once had, All those years ago when I was a lad. Then along may come Granddad Ezra, Who had died before I ever was, I'd ask him all about his farming days, And all the children they had raised. I'd sit and chat, now fancy that, Along would come our long lost cat. He went away when I was but a lad, I remember that it made me so sad. Aye Up now here comes my Gran, She's Mums Mum, the one I never knew, Hello Grandma Ellen, how are you? Mums Dad Noah, he wasn't there. Doorman at Duckworths, a Commissionaire. I'd wait for my great, great Gran Salome, I want to know what her surname would be. The parade of folk, from the distant past, Would all come by just to say hello, We'd have a gossip and then they'd go, After they told of things I wanted to know. I am never alone in the Land of Memories Just try it yourself and maybe you'll see © Dave Timperley 18/10/2018