Nothing stays the same, change is inevitable and it’s usually futile to resist it.

But memories remain constant.

This is a re-post, with the odd tweak and a spoken version added. Apologies if you’ve read it before



A memory of a town now gone

Those sunny summer Saturday evenings with barren, almost empty streets,

the small spartan shop,walking there with Grandad to buy fizzy drink treats,

dandelion & burdock Pop.

Taking ages to go with mum into town just for crumpets and sliced bread,

because she knew everyone, and was forever stopping to chit-chat instead,

feeling proud to be her son.

Papa’s police station where mum and her family had lived during the war,

and where the refugees stayed,the tales of local bad lads breaking the law,

the parks where we played.

The fortress like mill, with it’s bright coloured dyes that soiled the beck,

racing to Spring wood, guessing the shade as it flowed by the pram wreck

trapped in stream bed mud.

The fish & chip shop on the corner looking fine with it’s black & white walls,

vinegar and fried food scent, and the kitsch jingle as the ice cream van calls,

copper pennies well spent.

Errands to the allotments off coach road to buy a dozen eggs fresh that day,

cheaper than the shops. The best cellar pubs where the finest pints we’d slay,

relishing the bitter hops.

I used to love this small town, so special when I was young,

but now there’s just memories like a song that’s been sung.


14 thoughts on “A TOWN CALLED GUISELEY

  1. Lovely memories, Nige, and indeed they remain constant. I love the movement in this, like a long, leisurely stroll. It even makes me feel nostalgic. The part about ‘forever stopping to chit-chat’ makes me think of going places with my dad and how he never seemed to meet a stranger. The fish and chips look mouth watering.

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  2. An excellent piece of reflective poetry Nigel and I like how you have made those memories real for all of us to share. Dandelion and Burdock, now there is a memory. I wonder if it was a Northern thing. It used to be delivered by the Lemonade Man. We had a man for everything in those days.

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      1. Looking forward to that, and the radio slot, remembrance Sunday I think was the intended subject . I’ve just finished a piece that I’m finally pleased with on the remembrance theme. I’ve done a few over the years but always binned them, this time I was happy. I guess we’re our own worse critics .

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      2. True Nigel, I am never happy with any of my poems and think they are always a work in progress. Friday’s Poetic Beats is a reflective piece on Penny for a Guy and on next Monday’s show will be doing the Remembrance Poem.

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