Raglan Poems, Eleanor Williams, 2008

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RAGLAN WHEN MY GRANDMA WAS ELEVEN


When my Grandma walked through Raglan,
This is what she'd see'
A horse and cart delivering coal,
And maybe a car or three


The roads would look quite different,
With cobbles down the street.
The High street was the main road,
Till the bypass was complete.


Our school was just a field,
The old school was the school,
The garage was in the same place,
With rationing for fuel.


She's sold me lots of stories,
Of how it used to be,
But I would love to get a time machine,
To go back to 1943

By Eleanor Williams, 2008


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