IN RETROSPECT....

Memory is selective; it tends to veil the bad times in a merciful mist, but depicts the good times in exaggerated glowing colours.

How did we cope in those early years

In a bare little hut with a baby son?

With a lot of laughs, and not many tears,

For we were young, and it seemed like fun!

And we shared with neighbours our hopes and fears,

And the many urgent jobs to be done.

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We had no road, no phone, no power.

Money was scarce, and water was too.

But we filled kero. tins from each passing shower,

And lived very cheaply on rabbit stew.

And we made the most of each precious hour,

And worked like beavers the long day through.

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Then the road went through, and our house was complete.

The mail-man and school-bus came to our gate.

The phone was connected and, that was a treat.

The power was switched on, and wasn’t it great?

We felt like lords in our country seat,

And sheep replaced rabbits upon our estate.

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There are new owners now on the farm out there.

But we well remember the things we have done;

We talk with our friends of the memories we share,

And we all agree, regrets we have none.

Sometimes it has hard, but we didn’t care,

For we were young, and wasn’t it fun!

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Alison McRae.

***The End***