Topic: Living Memories
Living Memories
by Phill Williams July 2026.
As the years leave their marks on my ageing bones.
I recall and yearn for the days of yore.
When I could run through fields and swim in streams.
Build dens in rushes and play in dunes.
Another day climb giant trees.
Hide on branches, obscured by leaves.
Innocence, mischief, knock on knocker.
Running errands; “bob a job, sir?”
Hot summer days with road tar melting.
Industry sounds; the noise of smelting.
Bus bell “ding” once for stop, twice for go.
Saturday morning, matinee show.
Cheap Jack stall in the bustling market.
“Everything a tanner”, I never had it.
The world was as bad then as it is now.
Did my mates and me worry? Did any ten year old?
School was annoying. Those cars in the way.
Coming or going “ but we're playing a game.”
Summers were hot; down the beach in the sea.
Winters were cold; snow, rivers freeze.
One phone in the village in a box on the corner.
Trade it you ask, no chance, your honour.
That mobile is handy and saved many lives.
And satellites fly high above those high flying clouds.
As long as my mind remembers and I breathe.
May those memories live, who'll remember me?