Jayne Davies

Rookie - 189 Points (5th October 1960 / Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff)

Abercynon - Poem by Jayne Davies

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: home

Poet's Notes about The Poem

My love for my hometown, inspired me to write this poem, I have so many good memories here xx

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, May 16, 2014

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