FIREGUARDS ON THE WINDIES
Growing up in Belfast, through the troubled ravaged years
Some days where filled with laughter, others steeped in tears
A normal decent childhood, where my life seemed complete
Though we had fireguards on the windies and soldiers in the street
Bombed out shops and barricades, were a normal sight to see
An alternative children’s playground, an exciting place to be
There was no health and safety, no risk assessments then
Just the local council workers and the vigilante men
We played pretendy riots and had shields made out of tin
Clauded stones for ages, though no one seemed to win
The parks were closed on Sunday, so we couldn’t go and play
A bylaw, from a bye gone age, to protect the sabbeth day
We collected army badges, and we’d sometimes hold their guns
Playing on the scout cars, mother gave them tea and buns
A normal Belfast childhood, where life seemed so complete
Though we had fireguards on the windies and soldiers in the street
Roses are red but we cannot deliberate any further the traits of the bed.
Violet, the princess, turn blue because she did not watch her mouth of what she has said.
Bylaw, my Sugar sweetie's its a lampoon, Richard Rahl should have used a chainsaw
but Due to all the outcry of all the offended audience, it's time to withdraw
Friday, February 11, 2011
17:34:46
Change of Heart
Breezing through time I slipped through an hourglass.
Taking leaps and bounds galactic universes I foresaw.
Begged borrowed and even stolen each I came to unflaw.
Electronically transfered through many a looking glass.
Traveling through time crediting none of my free pass.
Tossing the first lot a token credited a balanced bylaw.
Needless to say, I have definitely had a change of heart.
From Sea to Sea and shining Stars,
A splt decision I did start!
I have had a big change of heart.
One now three shalt not depart!
Not here in my heart of hearts!
Here and now my spllt starts.
(R)Registered: Ann Rich 2011
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