The Airston Wool Shop

Old Airstons was a friendly place Where with my mother I would go, When but a child it stood upon The busy Anchor Road, Mrs Airston wore a smile So pleased was she to welcome you, Such happy times so long ago When days were all our own. So clearly I remember then The rows and rows of woolen balls, With every colour there before Stacked neatly on the shelves, With ribbon tags the ties and pins Elasticated cords and bands, The fabrics, bindings, beads and lace With zips and sequins too. The buttons all sewn neatly on The cards that hung upon the stand, That stood beside the counter there That you could spin around, With knitting needles large and small And those assorted trays that held, The cotton, twine and silken thread They kept upon display. It seems like only yesterday But many years have passed between, My memories though come flooding back Each time that I go by, I think back to those childhood days With fondness but they can't return, The village changed so greatly yet That shop still looks the same.