a picture tells a story
just a country boy
with a present on his birthday
hey there ship ahoy
a dog to keep him company
a heath to run and play
it was his eighth birthday
the sun was shining brightly
spring was in the air
the birds were singing in the trees
he didn't have a care
just a boy upon the heathland
afore the roads were planned
no houses on the forecourt
no troubles in his hands
th heath it stretched afore him
with rabbits by the score
four and twenty blackbirds
singing to st Paul
just two plus twenty cowsheds
pig sty's by the score
hundreds of chickens
a brickyard chimney tall
orchards with blossoms
allotments and ganders running free
just a country farming boy
in the page of history
no television pictures
no on line or PC
just accumulator radio
a walk upon the lea
a canford magna storybook
a spring running free
fresh water for a shower
blackberry's for tea
dogs chasing rabbits
foxes on the hunt
quiet life upon the heath
teas ready says the farmers wife
the brickyard stood across the way
clay pits on the hill
gravel pits down the valley
can smell the heather still
Gypsy's in their caravans
painted so artistic and divine
dancing gals with castanets
trailing dress behind
dark tanned gypsy ladies
hardened gypsy men
ponies running wild and free
had some time for me
the artist called Augustus
painted our house heather view
also painted Mary gear
she was in the buff too
there were poppies in the meadows
heathers on the downs
the land was all one common then
belonged to the crown
our house was called the Manning's
our farm was acres two
we kept a lot of poultry
doves and pigeons too
all of this is gone now
theres houses by the score
but no one knows their neighbor
guess the children are so poor
just a multi storey complex
picture houses fine
McDonald's and bars a plenty
to drink a glass of wine
no sign of the country
where rabbits all ran free
just that faded picture
of the boy that once was me
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