days, when every penny counted
War was on, the enemy surrounded.
So many of our friends, have passed away
Their memories linger on, even to this day
Oh I wish I was a child again, back in my childhood days
Back in my village, back in our old quaint ways.
Clackmannan was my home, where I grew up
And my little dog, I got as a pup
We’d roam around together, with not a care around
One day I will be, to Scotland I’ll be bound.
Tribute to Mrs. Vesta Douglas
Freeman of the City of Terrace
In the springtime of her youth, she had a childish grin
The door to her home would be open, and she would welcome you in
Sit down over there, rest easy for a while
As she handed you a coffee, with that grin and a smile.
She is loved by many, disliked by none
She is every child’s favourite Mum
The joy in her giving could be seen in her eyes
As she looks out her window, to the heavenly skies.
To know her is a pleasure, to not is a sin
Remember her door is open, and a welcome to come on in
Take her a bunch of flowers, or a candy or two
She will gladly share them, with me and with you.
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