Tag Archives: nostalgia

In Times Past

Posted on August 3, 2020 by odeboyz

The peoples of the land knew, their world Each plant, the uses they might be put to The elixir’s and the cautions inherent In the most benign and kindly plants.  For longer years than may be remembered Avoided nightshade’s, or … Continue reading →

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On a Summer day

Posted on July 20, 2020 by odeboyz

Almost forgotten pleasures of feeling Sand squelching, between my toes The sound of sea rolling, to its Ebb and flow, of ceaseless time. That one moment, to remember A holiday of happiness, with family Bright sunshine, the beach hut On … Continue reading →

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Memory Lane

Posted on August 15, 2019 by odeboyz

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Another visit to Fordwich

Posted on May 12, 2019 by odeboyz

On holiday in 1951, we went to the beautiful garden of Kent I don’t remember the journey much, but I was so happy we went Through Blackheath, the hired car trundled the road The A2 quaint old scenery, the Oast … Continue reading →

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Special Dreams

Posted on February 3, 2019 by odeboyz

In sleep it seems, I feel my dreams Senses alert, as if awake But more, so much more Tactile touch, memories restored. Old friends I once knew Still true, in every detail We interact, as if – I never did … Continue reading →

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Concert Review: The Rolling Stones- 22 May 2018 London

Posted on May 25, 2018 by odeboyz

Former rock royalty Liam Gallagher was the backing artist. He had a terrific backing band who were badly let down by their front man. He didn’t understand what he had to do. A Rolling Stones audience knows what they like … Continue reading →

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Two Horses

Posted on May 8, 2018 by odeboyz

Both immensely strong, but gentle in nature Softly nodding greetings, ready for the day Not yet fully dawn light spreads from the East The ‘tack room’ holding leather smells Chains, stout collars braids and brasses Long girth belts, bridle bits … Continue reading →

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Halcyon Days

Posted on January 16, 2017 by odeboyz

Most Sundays, Mum would cook lunch, we called it dinner She spent hours perfecting it I would stand by her side and marvel How such pleasure was choreographed. No fancy measures, no stress She would explain, “Yorkshire pudding” must be … Continue reading →

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The Best and Worst of Times

Posted on August 29, 2016 by odeboyz

We’d tumble down grass field slopes With friends, in high pitched yells of “Geronimo” Laughs from the belly as Bert boshed the cow-pat His hand to his elbow smattered in cow-poo. That day was just one in that short summer … Continue reading →

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Do modern children know the magic?

Posted on August 18, 2016 by odeboyz

In my younger days, near every school, there would be a “tuck-shop” usually called the ‘sweet shop’. Most of those shops were decked out in shelving that supported row upon row of big glass jars with large screw top lids. Each … Continue reading →

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