The clerk and the dairymaid went to live in a terrace in grim Southall town
They had little money, but lived with his Mummy, two girls and a terrier, brown.
The garden was long, with a small wooden shed and a lilac tree I liked to climb
A thin, scruffy lawn and a vegetable patch and a top bunk I wanted as mine.
My sister was younger and timid, back then. I told her such stories for fun
About pirates and dragons and things that go bump in the night, although there were none.
The tales Father read were of Winnie the Pooh, Just So Stories, poems and more
Like The Tree that Sat Down and The Stream that Stood Still -with magic and witches galore.
Our Junior School was in Beaconsfield Road with the gasometer for a view
And a playground for girls and another for boys, something that, now, wouldn’t do!
And yet all that dreaming, the stories and games, the dressing up we did for fun
Left me a legacy I wouldn’t change – made the child the adult I’ve become.