"A STREET CALLED MEMORY LANE"
by Becky Hemsley 2020
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