I am from open coal fires, from Marmite, fish fingers and Wall's ice cream.
I am from the half-thatched farmhouse on top of the hill, with tumbledown barns, rutted drive and cluttered yard.
I am from hedgerows of hawthorn, elderflower and blackberry; from green pastures, corn fields and hay meadows.
I am from summer holidays and sandy beaches, from stoic countrymen in wellington boots, from village and countryside.
I am from cooks and teetotallers, from farmers and higglers.
From "do your best" and "mustn't grumble".
I am from Primitive Methodists, from John Wesley, harvest festivals and Sunday School anniversaries.
I am from Buckinghamshire farmland and wuthering northern moors, from roast beef and Yorkshire pudding.
From the trenches of World War I, pheasant shooting in No-Man's-Land and poison gas; from haymaking in trousers tied with string to keep out the field mice.
I am from faded, nameless monochrome photographs, from Super 8 film of happy children playing, from slideshows of family holidays from years gone by. Beloved memories slip out of focus into distant genealogies. I am my past.
(A Where I'm From poem first posted back in 2006)
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Hi, nice to meet you
ReplyDeleteIt is so great to meet you! I love your poem - it brings back so many memories - coal fires (when my Mum rented a holiday cottage for Christmas 2001, the first requirement was for it to have a coal fire) - Wall's ice cream (with a Flake tucked in the top) - wellington boots (my husband actually bought a pair in a little shop in Yorkshire and they took up almost the whole suitcase!) - hedgerows of...blackberry (picking them from along the side of the lane and taking them home to be made into jam by Mum). I love the template - I'll be giving it a go soon.
ReplyDeleteI love a smiling face. thanks for posting!
ReplyDelete"higglers"? An intriguing word.
ReplyDeleteThat is a wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteLove it!
ReplyDeleteIt's so nice to see your face. Makes me even sadder that you live so far away.
ReplyDeleteLoved the poem, K. So much I had to do one of my own.
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But yours is shorter because I didn't know when to stop.{vbg}
Lovely poem!
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