The High Woods
Sharing in your memories of the childhood you knew,
You descibed all your family, and the farm where you grew.
Your days work was hard, but with laughter and fun
As Granny cracked up on the 'whip, your Dad out with his gun.
Dressed in starched white pinafore, riding pony and trap
Riding to the seaside, ne'er reading any map.
Your life cut short in happiness. Mum and Dad were gone.
No-one could believe your strength, as you bravely soldiered on.