Out at the Willows folk club last night to hear a great set from Cadillac Country. I had dug out a couple of old poems in case there was time and Evette squeezed me in.
Once again I forgot to take my camera and I don’t use a smart phone so there are no pictures, suffice to say Brian Winslade and his band were brilliant, such a variety of country and 60’s numbers, including two from an almostElvis! We had a couple of Jim Reeves songs that we all joined in with and, all in all, a fun time was had by all.
The poem caused some reaction as the area I wrote about was familiar to one or two people in the audience. It was written about an incident in about 1950.
The day I had the slipper’s etched for ever in my brain
That morning I’d not gone to school, I’d not do that again!
That day we had a mental test and I was scared of sums
But hiding in my own garden, now, that was really dumb!
The school alerted mother and she worried where I’d gone
But I was just behind the hedge, too frightened to go home.
They found me soon and then I felt my father’s rage and spite-
He set me down upon his knee and Spanked – to teach me right.
I never ran away again, least, not ’till I was grown
Then, goodbye old grey gas works and crowded terraced homes.
I left the old canal-side that had allotments on,
I left the streets that trolley buses one -time drove along,
I left the past behind me, as people need to do
But I’ll not forget the day that I was slippered – well,would you?