A Sixties Winter Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Those mornings back then, were certainly cold,
The coldest I ever recall,
Winter, had finally arrived in Wales,
We had no central heating at all.
Just an open coal fire, relied on each day,
To keep ourselves warm, come what may.
No cosy duvet to snuggle beneath,
Just an eiderdown, blanket and flanalette sheet.
Jumping out of bed, to a cold shiny floor,
Dressing gown pulled from the back of the door,
Strong scent of toast, could be smelt from downstairs,
Searching for socks, can't match up a pair!
Snow was a wonderful sight to see,
When Dad would make a new sleigh for me,
Sliding down hills with no fear at all,
With the local kids, we all had a ball!
School stayed open, whatever the weather,
We walked through the snow in our boots of leather,
Wrapped up warm in hats and mitts,
Bags on shoulders, stuffed with PE kits.
A fight would break out with the lads, what a scuffle!
Bombarded with snowballs! What a kerfuffle!
Those cold Sixties Winters, now vanished for good,
Would I go back to those special times?
Well, I most certainly would x



Jayne Louise Davies