Voices Of The Past

Long gone are the sounds of yesteryear, But they still spring so clearly to mind, Voices of long lost faces, Good times that are one of a kind. Waking up on a cold, school morning, My blankets, wrapped tight to my head, My Mum would shout, You'll be late for school! Now hurry up out of that bed! To the market we'd go on a Saturday morn, Where the hustle and bustle was grand! I can still hear the sounds of the traders, As I walked with my Mum hand in hand. Displaying their wares on long tables, Calling out to the passers by, Enjoying their jolly banter, With a wicked glint in their eye. Come get your lovely green apples! Their voices would fill the air, Revelling in the atmosphere, Kids running here and there! These are the sounds I remember, Those wonderful voices back then. These are the wonderful memories, I long for those days again. Jayne Louise Davies