A Love of Walberswick - Part I

My Father left in thirty-nine

It was not his choice to go

Back again in forty-five

A different person though


He tried and tried but could not stay

Love called, he had to leave

Left his bike at Darsham station

His madness to relieve


He brought me here in fifty-one

He brought his wife as well

They wet my head at the church

I prefer The Anchor or The Bell


Every year we would come to stay

A Caravan or at Beach View

Bob, Ada and then Owen died

And in time my Father too


My parents gave me all they could

Nature, nurture and some luck

A benchmark on how to live

And a love of Walberswick

JRE March 2016