and drift back in hazy time, to be with the ones of old,
How the old ones may have lived
to hold them now, in how they lived and died.
Final resting place for my great grandparents; hope it’s a good sermon. 🙂
“Comforts were few in eighteen-fifty-five, They got up at dawn and they had to strive With element and enemy to keep alive And were lucky if they lived to woo and wive In the early, early days. …. History tells us they were hard and bold; They carved out forests and they dug for gold, But many died young and some died old…
Cave Rock and Scarborough Head and Shag Rock seen from afar
we have travelled far, yet yearn to be where
“Cave Rock is made of toffee And the sea of lemonade And the little waitress wavelets Are always on parade When the cars roll down to Sumner On a Sunday. The ice-cream mountain on the blue Is free for anyone, And Scarborough Head looms solid As a tearoom tuppeny bun….”