A STREET CALLED MEMORY LANE by Becky Hemsley

"A STREET CALLED MEMORY LANE"
by Becky Hemsley

He walked across the field

When he came upon a stile

And he almost turned around

‘Cause he’d already walked for miles

But then he heard a melody

That made him carry on

It was the faint and distant echo

Of an old familiar song

He walked towards the music

And it led him past a sign

To a row of houses starting at

The number ninety nine

And from that house the scent

Of childhood dinners filled the air

And he smelled the heady perfume

That his grandma used to wear

The next house on the path

Was somehow number thirty four

And it had a stained glass window

Of a rose within the door

He peered in through the window

Of the next house on the street

And he saw familiar photographs

Upon the mantelpiece

He heard some children laughing

So he looked over the fence

And he saw a young boy playing

In the garden with his friends

They were splashing in a paddling pool

And playing with a ball

They were practising their cartwheels

And their handstands at the wall

And something like… nostalgia

Made him stand there for a while

‘Til he tore himself away and turned

And headed for the stile

And it was then he passed the signpost

With an all-familiar name

And he realised he had just walked down

A street called

Memory Lane

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Becky Hemsley 2020

Stunning artwork by Pete Rumney

A little nostalgia for a Saturday evening here

Back in Time is from Talking to the Wild: https://a.co/d/dUUEv7n

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