Someone sent a photograph
of how it used to be
Shoreham when I was a lad
Evoked a memory
Walking home from school each day
climbing up the wall
Jumping on the old bomb there
never once to fall
The den up in the manor
on the edge of Buckingham Park
where we’d hide and read our comics
and stay ’til it got dark
The sea defences on the beach
near to the harbour’s arm
Ignored our parents’ warning
though we never came to harm
The ruined house in Kingston Lane
its air-raid shelters gave
us reason for adventures
in the dark just like a cave
So many memories I have
of times now gone before
when Shoreham was a different place
this town on Sussex shore
But something nurtured way back then
has stood the test of time
As I’m still here and call this home
This lovely town of mine
©Jemverse
