Kenneth Harry Crompton Bryers
Dear Pah, For every birthday growing upA special rhyme from you we’d receiveNow its time for me to writeA special ditty for thee With lots of memoriesI’ve been blessedFun at Taproots with Nana and PahThose times were the best Picking fresh fruitOff the fruit treesEndless swimming in the poolSuch wonderful memories are these Feeding the maggiesOn the balcony cheeseWe’d watch them swoop inFrom the surrounding gum trees Sunday school serviceAt PalmwoodsChurchListening to you preachOn the pews we would perch Trips to the tipIn the ol’ Combie vanWhere we found my tip ballFor me that was grand Playing games of tennisAgainst your wicked forehand spinYour trips in the caravanMany adventures you’ve seen Cutting down treesTo create a bon fireWatching the pile burnThen the fire walkers after Your magic tricksAnd your gadgets to playNever a dull momentWhen with you we’d stay The honky plonksNana’s anzac biscuitsTurkeywith brown riceI loved family christmas You’ve taught me life’s funNot to be too seriousTo laugh at yourselfAnd the power of hypnosis So my Pah, I’ll think of you alwaysI’m sure with Nana you’ll beHaving fun up there and watching downOn all the family Off you go to be at peaceIt’s with love and light you goWith a hey ditty dee and cherio for nowI will miss you so, Love you The ‘M’xo
- 2 years ago
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