ramblings and things
A Bank Holiday afternoon,
On a nice warm Spring day
So we've packed up the car
And we're off and on our way
To the Antique Centre, where
I suppose the name gave a clue,
Everything was second hand,
And they stocked nothing new.
Rows of buildings, an old airfield,
Every room crammed full of stuff
From that in pristine condition to
The Frankly tatty and rough.
In all honesty some of it
Was appealing and nice
Until a closer look revealed
A rather inflated range of price.
I think they just thought of a figure
Some cost such an enormous lot
I was convinced they’d purposely
Misplaced the decimal dot.
But I thought of the past
Of the history of this place
For thirty years used as an
Active Bomber Command base.
As well as antiques do those
Rooms hold the laughing ghosts
Of those brave fighting men
Who gave their all, gave their most
So we can pack up our cars
And drive off and away
To join the hunt for antique bargains
On a Late Spring Bank Holiday.
Spring Bank Holiday