I came here long ago from a land far away.
Where the rivers run wild and the women tend to stay.
I came here long ago when the steps were brushed and polished.
When coal filled up the bunkers and the window ledge with dollys.
I came here long ago when affection was the word “wench”
When the neighbours knew our daughters through a brew over the fence.
I came here long ago before the internet was born.
When the coal burned up the chimney and a tanned hide was the norm.
I came here long ago when we didn’t always win (but we were scoring)
If I knew then what I know now, I’d send them back a warning.
© G.P Williamson 2018