Across the Border

Looking Back


Growing up in the town where I was born,
School no more than a few streets away.
Same roads n’ parks n’ rivers to play,
The same friends throughout my younger days
.


With castle, hills, sea and sand,
Within easy reach for the youthful gang.
Street games and football all summer long,
Never realising, never realising we could do no wrong
.


Was it the time that made it right,
Was it the place that felt so bright,
Was it the age trust underpinned,
The freedom of the children.


A new life now the childhood gone,
Working eight till five and a Saturday morn.
Working friends replace the old,
Loosing track as school ties fold.


College finished training done,
Chasing money and having fun.
Working friends added to the list,
Of people who, of people who I’m going to miss.


Was it the time that made it right,
Was it the place that felt so bright,
Was it the age trust underpinned,
The freedom of the children.


Settled down and moved away,
Responsibilities pave the way.
School and college a distant memory,
Friends reunited not a possibility.


My child’s growing up where she was born,
School is now a bus trip away.
No roads n’ parks n’ rivers to play,
So different from, so different from my younger days.


Was it the time that made it right,
Was it the place that felt so bright,
Now is the age mistrust underpins,
No freedom for our children.

(Jameson/Rowley)