( / Withersfield Suffolk England)

The High Woods

Sharing in your memories of the childhood you knew,
You descibed all your family, and the farm where you grew.
Your days work was hard, but with laughter and fun
As Granny cracked up on the 'whip, your Dad out with his gun.
Dressed in starched white pinafore, riding pony and trap
Riding to the seaside, ne'er reading any map.

Your life cut short in happiness. Mum and Dad were gone.
No-one could believe your strength, as you bravely soldiered on.
Caring your Brothers and Sister, just as your Parents had shown
Growing up so-so sadly, a young girl should not haver known.
You'd wonder in the High Woods collecting up the nuts
Treasuring precious memories, while scrambling over the ruts.

My thoughts are always with you Mum, every single day,
Remembering all your hopes and dreams, so brightly in array.
The years could never dull the imagination of your mind,
You coloured up your stories as if our eyes were blind.
Embracing all Gods nature, with the birds, and with the bees
Growing flowers in your garden, and sweet smelling fruit trees.

Cherished are these memories, no-one can take away,
You're always in my heart, and that's where you will stay.
Beautiful sounds, the dawn chorus or the twinkling of a star,
Constantly remind me of just how close you are.
I feel you walk beside me, to guide me through the mire,
And just like all of the stories, I'll hold on, and never tire.

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Comments (1)

not discard the greatness in your loving poem the colour of life and sweet smelll of Growing flowers in your garden, and sweet smelling fruit trees. Cherished are these memories, no-one can take away,