8 July 2012
This poem was written by yet another friend, now sadly gone too! I think its worth reading, he was quite a character.........
As we look towards the future our lives we rearrange But sadly with the passing of each year The friendly sounds of yesterday are blown by wind of change. As one by one they sadly disappear With thoughts of happy days when my memories burn bright. Of life in London's East End when a boy Where in my tiny bedroom in the stillness of the night I would listen to the sounds that gave me joy Ships sirens at Tower Bridge sounding a sad farewell. Outward bound for far distant lands Thoughts of travel and adventure weave a magic spell Of coral reefs, lagoons and desert sands 'Who'll buy my sweet lavender?' was the plaintive cry Of flower sellers singing of their wares Whilst barrel organs brought a smile - To many passers by. Their happy music banishing all cares. The whistle of a steam train, filled me with delight. Goods trucks shunting in a railway siding; The sharp metallic ring piercing the night These buffers loudly clanging when colliding I used to hear the cockerel heralding the morn In tiny backyards huddled close together Bringing visions of the countryside and fields of waving corn. Now just another sound lost forever. Cycle bells, motor horns, horses hoofs on cobbles All these sounds are disappearing fast. The muffin man rings his bell as down the street he toddles. All are now but Echoes of the Past.
ARCHIE WILSON
Echoes of the past • Opuss № I