Poetry Competition Winner – Michael Kelly

   The Winner of the Poetry Competition is……….

Michael Kelly

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Well done Mick, a fantastic poem that I think every will enjoy reading.  It will bring back so many memories for so many people & of course you win a totally unique, “Wooburn Born & Bred” T-shirt!

Here is Mick’s winning entry…..

Bourne End & Wooburn Green, Past

by Michael Kelly

DAYS SPENT ON THE RIVERBANK

FISHING HAVING FUN

PICNICS NEAR TO SPADE OAK

SUN BATHING IN THE SUN

 

DOUGIE YOUNG THE BARBER

JOSS WHO RAN THE STEPS

DRINKING GIN ON WOOBURN GREEN 

WASHED DOWN WITH LOTS OF SCHWEPPES

 

I WENT TO SCHOOL AT DEYNCOURT

IT’S NOW AN ACCADEMY 

YOU CAN CALL IT WHAT YOU LIKE 

IT’S STILL DEYNCOURT SCHOOL TO ME

 

DRINKING IN THE FIREFLY

THE RED LION AND RED COW

SO MANY HAPPY MEMORIES 

0F PUBS THAT AIN’T HERE NOW

 

GLORY MILL  AND VITRAMONS

WALTONS CORNER STORE

THE CHINESE BY THE SWEET SHOP

ARE NOT THERE ANYMORE.

 

THE STATION FOR THE POLICEMAN

IT WAS DECIDED IT MUST GO

IN IT’S PLACE YOU WOULD’NT HAVE GUESSED

THEY’VE PUT IN A TESCO.

 

NEW MACHINES FOR PARKING

THAT NEVER SEEM IN USE

MAKING ALL THE DRIVERS 

SCREAM AND BLOW A FUSE

 

WE STILL HAVE THE RAILWAY 

AND THANKS TO OUR MATE DAVE

WE GET TO HEAR THE STORIES 

OF THE DONKEY ,WE CAN SAVE

 

TRIPS ON THE TRAIN TO MARLOW AND BACK

WAS A TREAT WE ALL ENJOYED

A BAG OF SWEETS AND AN ICE CREAM

LEFT US  ALL OVERJOYED

 

HOW WE LAUGHED AT THE MORRIS DANCERS 

OUTSIDE THE RED LION PUB

WE’D SIT AND WATCH FOR HOURS

THEN GO AND GET SOME GRUB

 

MARTINS, CLIFTONS  AND THE CO-OP

PLACES WE OFTEN WENT

WE’D WANDER ROUND FOR HOURS

TILL OUR MONEY WAS ALL SPENT.

 

REMEMBER HOW WE PROTESTED

SAT IN FRONT OF A BIG BUS

WE DID’NT LIKE THE HIGH FARES

THEY TRIED TO CHARGE FOR US

 

MR CAREY IN HIS COACH

WOULD PICK US UP EACH DAY

IT WOULD ONLY COST A FRACTION

OF WHAT WE USED TO PAY 

 

I REMEMBER ALL MY CLASS MATES

SOME NO LONGER HERE 

I REMEMBER ALL THE FUN WE HAD

IT FILLS MY HEART WITH CHEER

 

I WAS BORN AND RAISED IN WOOBURN

WORKED THERE AND BOURNE END TOO

I’D RUN AND CYCLE EVERYWHERE

AND DID A MARATHON OR TWO

 

ALL THE PLACES THAT I WORKED

MOST OF THE PUBS ASWELL

HAVE NOW BEEN LOST OR MOVED AWAY

SURE IS SAD TO TELL

 

AS KIDS WE’D SIT AND PASS THE HOURS

AND MAKE A BIT OF NOISE

I DONT SAY WE WERE ANGELS 

BUT WE WERE RESPECTFUL GIRLS AND BOYS.

 

WE DIDN’T HAVE COMPUTERS

OR PHONES WE COULD TAKE OUT

AND IF WE DID SOMETHING WRONG

WE’D DAMN SURE GET A CLOUT

 

I WOULD SIT DOWN BY THE RIVER

EVERYONE WHO PASSED WOULD SMILE

NOW I ONLY GET THE CHANCE

TO GO THERE ONCE IN A WHILE

 

DO YOU REMEMBER THE TALLY MAN

HE WOULD CALL IN EVERY WEEK

WE’D PLAY WAR WITH SPUD GUNS 

AND THEN PLAY HIDE AND SEEK

 

OFF TO MR WHITES LITTLE SHOP

GET FRUIT SALADS AND BLACK JACKS 

AND TINY LITTLE FISHING NETS 

TO CATCH THE STICKLEBACKS

 

ALL THE SHOPS THAT WE ONCE KNEW

ALL GONE DONALDS, WOODBRIDGES, WHITES ,

WE THANK NICK PINK FOR ALL HIS HELP

WITH THE LOVELY CHRISTMAS LIGHTS

 

REMEMBER GOING TO JACKSONS 

WITH A PAPER LADEN CART

AND SUNDAY ROASTS WITH GRANDMA

WHO WE MISS WITH ALL OUR HEART

 

BETWEEN OUR TWO COMMUNITIES

REMEMBER SOHO MILL

AND SIMON ELVINS GREETINGS CARDS

HIS COMPANY’S GOING STILL

 

THE ROSE AND CROWN THE HEART IN HAND

THE OLD BELL AND GARRIBALDI

ALL THESE LOVELY PLACES 

HOLD MEMORIES FOR ME

 

I REMEMBER BASIL SHEPPHERD

HE CUT HAIR FOR MANY YEARS 

HE’D GIVE YOU A PENNY 

IF YOU DID NOT SHED TEARS

 

ACROSS THE RIVER THE BOUNTY

YOU RANG THE BELL TO GET THE BOAT

AND DO YOU RECALL THE CARNIVAL 

DID YOU RIDE UPON A FLOAT

 

DONKEY DERBY’S IN THE PARK

AND FAIRS ON WOOBURN GREEN 

WALKS IN THE WOODS AND OVER FIELDS

BEAUTIFUL SIGHTS WERE TO BE SEEN

 

THE BLACK LION AND THE SPADEOAK

CORRIANDER LAST VICEROY TOO

LEES BAKERY AND WALNUT TREE

HAVE ALL PLAYED HOST TO ME

 

THERE USED TO BE A DAIRY

AT THE BACK OF ALL THE SHOPS

CRATES ALL FILLED WITH BOTTLED MILK

WITH SILVER, RED , GOLD TOPS.

 

MY FAMILY WOULD ALL GO IN 

THE SHOESHOP IN WYCOMBE LANE

I THINK IT’S NAME WAS BLACKWELLS

WE WENT TIME AND TIME AGAIN

 

MEADOWS SCHOOL WITH MR CROOK

DEYNCOURT WITH MR HAGGER

A FEW PINTS IN THE FIREFLY 

THEN HOMEWARD WE WOULD STAGGER

 

THE PUB CRAWLS ON THE PUSHBIKES

WITH JOSS ,LANDLORD OF THE STEPS

AND YOUNG GUYS OUT TO PROVE THEMSELVES

WITH PRESSUPS AND CHIN-UP REPS

 

REMEMBER THE HORRID PLIMSOLES 

THE BLACK ONES WITH TRACTOR TYRES

MITTENS CONNECTED WITH A BIT OF STRING

AND BAKED SPUDS DONE IN BONFIRES

 

TAKING BOTTLES TO THE OFFIE

TO GET A FEW PENCE BACK TO SPEND

THESE ARE A FEW OF MY MEMORIES 

OF WOOBURN AND BOURNE END…

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Keep an eye out for the next competition for your chance to win a Born & Bred T-shirt!

lpCAAGHQIK

1 Comment

  1. Karen

    Certainly stirred many memories of my childhood thank you for that. Lovely poem. Well done.

    Liked by 1 person

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