MEMORIES OF . . .
Rushing streams and tall green trees,
Of burning sun and cooling breeze;
Wooden houses, gaily painted;
Brooms and baskets decorated.
Splendid churches, red bell towers,
Sunny gardens - lovely flowers!
The archipelago's close by
With sailing ships and gulls that cry.
Swimming in the clear cool lakes,
Drinking coffee, eating cakes.
Ships and shops and chiming clocks;
Sandy beaches, lots of rocks.
Travelling on the wooden trams -
Blonde-haired babies in their prams.
Buying cards and eating ices . . . . .
Trying not to think of prices!
Singing birds and silver birch;
Sipping tea next to the church.
Everyone is eating fish -
And everyone speaks English!
There's only one thing left to say:
In Sweden we would love to stay,
But England calls us to return -
There's work to do, money to earn –
Our holiday’s been really great,
But friends and family now await,
So goodbye Sweden we must say,
But we’ll be back another day.
Copyright on all my poems
This was the first poem I ever wrote, other than a small poem for my school magazine called "My Garden". We did a hospitality exchange holiday with friends from Sweden. Stig gave me a present of a beautiful picture he drew of our home in Ilkley. When I went there I felt I should also give them a present which was personal. But what? I tried writing a poem, and this was it. No creative writing classes for me, ha ha Just pen to paper and not one change since. Stig and Irene were absolutely delighted and I was told he put this poem in his works magazine, so I became a published poet immediately! I never expected to write another poem, but meeting the children in my local school proved this to be wrong, as you can see. I hope you like the poem. I've splashed pictures in words all over the page for you and this isn't difficult if you like a country. I did the same thing again when I visited Italy, but I loved Italy so much, and the people that I've also learned their language - - yes, since I've been retired!