I remember the knight and his lady sarcophagus and the stained-glass windows when I went to Sunday School during the war. And outside on the green, the old men sitting on the bench built round the huge oak tree overlooking the pond smoking their pipes. I can smell the wonderful pipe tobacco today. Across the road the blacksmith shop would ring with sound of hammer on anvil and the huge gentle dray horses munching on feed bags of oats while they waited to be shod.
I remember the knight and his lady sarcophagus and the stained-glass windows when I went to Sunday School during the war. And outside on the green, the old men sitting on the bench built round the huge oak tree overlooking the pond smoking their pipes. I can smell the wonderful pipe tobacco today. Across the road the blacksmith shop would ring with sound of hammer on anvil and the huge gentle dray horses munching on feed bags of oats while they waited to be shod.
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When the snow covers some of the places I remember as a boy it’s like going back in time to the Christmases I remember
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