by Steve Sant
"I do", he said recalling clear
"Wid bin up Dudley wi the os..
delivered all the kegs and bottles
...had the cash to gi the boss".
"Yav eard I spose", the boss enquired
"Eard wha?" we answered now as one,
"Wim at war wi Germany",
An that is when it all begun.
"It wo last lung I doe spose",
He added wi a little smile,
"An sides yam onny babbies yet
..yowl be round these parts yet awhile".
An he was right remember thinkin,
Fifteen years woz all I bin,
Sam me mate was eighteen soon,
It might last lung enuff for him.
Then he lights his pipe my granddad,
Staring into days long past,
Deep in thought he gives a sigh,
"Ar they sed it wouldn't last".
Shakes his head and says no more,
Regrets my question I can see,
Its took him back to darkened places,
Places he don't want to be.
Last updated December 27, 2017