Jayne Davies

Rookie - 162 Points (5th October 1960 / Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff)

A Childhood Summer - Poem by Jayne Davies

I remember those long hot Summer's, as if they were yesterday,
When the sun shone down on our street, the place I loved to play.
For many a window glistened, cleaned well to a sparkling shine,
Where starched white shirts blew gaily, on many a washing line.

I remember the sounds of the trains at night, as they passed on the track below,
Way down, the steep embankment, where many wild ferns would grow.
And many a door was left ajar, a life filled with Honesty and Trust,
When everyone toiled and struggled, to bring home a well earned crust.

I remember the old wheels turning, at the colliery across the way,
And I still see the old Miners faces, as they finished their shift for the day.
Their eyes still black from the coal dust, they'd make their way home from the pit,
Eager to rest their weary legs, but still full of banter and wit!

I remember the loveable character, who lived just across the street,
He'd sit outside his window, and shout from his favourite seat.
With his belly full of beer, he'd be heard on a Saturday night,
Then wake the whole street with a song and a dance! He looked such a comical sight!

I walked the lovely hillside, so often with my Dad,
And so enjoyed the tales he told, of when he was a lad.
These were the best years of our lives, in a very special way,
I'll never forget those Summer's, they seem like yesterday.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Memories of my childhood in Abercynon,

Comments about A Childhood Summer by Jayne Davies

  • Gold Star - 4,874 Points Walterrean Salley (9/10/2014 8:05:00 PM)

    Love this poem with its train of though. The theme is so nostalgic. Every adult can relate. This is the kind of poem you want to read at bedtime. Thanks very much. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 199 Points Nick Krakana (11/27/2013 8:24:00 PM)

    well done I enjoyed your write (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Andrew Daglish (9/6/2013 2:52:00 PM)

    you must be a northern lass. very nice poem (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 162 Points Jayne Davies (5/4/2013 8:35:00 AM)

    Thanks for the kind comment! Glad you like it x (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points G.R. Gaus (5/3/2013 11:13:00 PM)

    Memories of childhod seem sacred now as we approach our later years, my brother and i still reminicse so we won't forget. very nicely written..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 11, 2013



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