Poem; 'Our kind of Town.'

Leominster was our nearest town,
With small shops you and I looked round,
Pressing our noses to the windows to see,
What there could possibly be.
We had no money and could only stare,
At all the things tempting us there.
There was a cinema in the town,
Which mum took us too for a rare treat,
In the six-penny seats.
And I remember oh! so well,
Uncle Remus, and how he sang,
"Zippedy-Do-Dah" such a friendly man.
Once we watched Robin Hood, and stood,
For a very long time waiting to get inside.
Joyce and I's favourite place was Woolworth,
You could buy broken biscuits, clips and slides,
And all manner of things, even string!
Most of the time we walked to town,
Sometimes it seemed so far that it got me down.
On the way, we would stop and paddle,
If it was a nice day.
Occasionally mum would lend us her bike,
Joyce peddling and me on the seat,
That was a real treat.
And at Christmas time we just went to look
At all the bright lights, and stayed until night,
A three penny bag of chips was our delight,
before we went happily home in the twilight.

Augustine Nash.