Memories of my childhood,
Start drifting back to me,
Of the village I grew up in,
Not a better place to be
Thinking back to Summer Days,
Time went by in many ways,
Picking Bluebells in our wood,
Times were hard, but life was good.
Walking up to Carnetown school,
Swimming in the local pool.
Above the mine, is where we'd sit,
Men working hard, in the dark of the pit.
Many a trip to the Workmans Hall,
To watch a movie, enjoyed by all.
As we grew older, we began to see,
That the Empress was the place to be,
Dancing the night away, young and free.
The buildings are gone now, many faces too,
But my love for you will always be true,
My home, my Abercynon.
Jayne Louise Davies
Your hometown sounds like such a wonderful place to grow up! Thank you for sharing this slice of your memories with all of us! Excellently penned!
I, too, love my old hometown. It has no stores and no traffic lights. The old two-room schoolhouse that I attended has been torn down. Students now travel by bus to another town a few miles away.
It sounds and looks (from pictures I've seen) like such a beautiful place! Surely such a fun place to grow up! Thank you for sharing these precious childhood memories!
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Wonderful tribute to your hometown! !