Upon a hill in Canada I sit
Flickering in thought like a candle lit.
Days of my childhood in the UK
When we visited Great Grandparents, on a Sunday.
Travelling by car past the old Boston Stump
And Dad making us giggle going over a bump.
Reaching Leverton, the place of their home
Near to the marshes where one could roam.
Remembering Great Grandma cleaning with pride
Not a piece of dust anywhere left to hide.
Looking from the window she'd watch for us coming
Then down the path would wave as we were running.
Inside Great Granddad smoked a pipe
With tobacco of his favourite type.
The fragrant smell would fill the air
While inquisitively at him we'd stare.
Great Grandma from the kitchen would make tea
Then afterwards, there was other family to see.
On lucky days we'd fetch ice cream from the shop
Having to be quick over the road we'd hop.
From Wrangle and Leverton with cousins we played
While our parents talked until the sun began to fade.
A calm feeling we always seemed to leave behind
As the church bells rang, still ringing in my mind.
Days now long past
But in peaceful moments, the memories last.
© Jill Windsor 2008
Dedicated to my Great Grandparents and relations of Wrangle and Leverton.
Thank you for the memories .
Two views of Alberta, Canada, above, where Jill lives, and the hills where she sits and, no doubt with the beautiful view to help, writes some of her poetry.
Also, a view of the bungalows in Laceys Lane, in one of which, Jill's Great Grandparents lived in their retirement.