Memories
This very day, twelve months ago,
Five thousand faces were aglow
In Rushden Town with happy thought
That once more Father Time, had brought
The holidays around again.
So off we trekked across the Fen
To paddle with a timid leg
At Mablethorpe, Hunstanton, Skeg.
Throughout the sunny August days
We were content to sit and laze
In deck chair on the golden sand—
The nipper digging; close at hand;
Content to view our sunburned skin
And watch the curling waves roll in,
0r, for a change, we turned about,
And watched the selfsame waves go out.
Three times a day, a year ago,
We watched the Punch and Judy show,
And listened, with parental zeal
To infant laughter, peal on peal.
Salt water spoiled new flannel bags.
We smoked innumerable fags,
And, doing nothing in a haste,
Put on two inches "round the waist".
Ah, well, p'raps e'er another year
The hapless waves of war will veer
As, from our shores, across the sea
Sweeps out the Tide of Victory;
And then we'll gather in some "dough"—
Off to some sandy beach we'll go,
And, in the sunshine, all go gay
Upon our "Victory Holiday".
