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Children's Poems
Cycle Ride
Up hill,
Down hill,
Pedalling hard still.
Over the rocks,
Under the trees,
Bees and wasps try to sting my knees.
Herons flying high above,
Ducks on the reservoir,
Looking at the wildlife all around.
That's my lovely bike ride -
hope you like it too.
April Tattersall
Nola
I remember her sweet musty smell.
Her coat was
Smooth
Ghostly
Powdered
Sweet
Her eyes were the greatest -
The only thing
I really remember about her.
Large
Wide
Egyptian
Beautiful
I remember her though she's
Gone now,
Far away.
Gone now,
Far away.
Nina Handley
My Birthday
Can't sleep,
Counting sheep,
Cold breeze,
Tomorrow's my birthday.
Wake up,
Sun shining,
Presents waiting,
Today's my birthday.
What's happened?
Presents gone,
Sun's dipping,
My birthday's gone.
Mike Parker
Computer
One certain person is messing me up,
Children are hogging me,
Never letting me have a moment's peace.
Oh no!
Here comes that
certain person.
I'm C...R…A…S…H… I…N...
G.
Oh look! I'm back in action.
Here comes Mrs Download.
Down-loading.
10%
50%
Downloaded.
William Higgins, Edward Hodgson, Callum Owens, Jack Read
River Song
Some people like to stay at home,
Sitting drinking tea,
But I am the river
And I am free.
I wander over Bleaklow,
I gush through Derwent Dam,
I drift past Ladybower,
I gurgle by a lamb.
Some people like to stay at home,
Sitting drinking tea,
But I am the river
And I am free.
I ripple right past Fairholmes,
I prance by Ashes Farm,
I splash past mild Mill Brook,
I bound by Grindle Barn.
Some people like to stay at home,
Sitting drinking tea,
But I am the river
And I am free.
I dive deep through the ruins,
I swirl below Thornhill,
I tumble down the weir.
I whirl past Bamford Mill.
You might want to stay at home,
Sitting drinking tea,
But I am the river
And I am free.
I am the river
And I am free.
Rebecca Lindley
Reminiscences
Memories of childhood in Bamford
"Of course we'd all got jobs, before school and after school. It was just bed and work in those days. I'd help outside and I well remember one summer, I had friends who were fond of tennis and I pleaded with my parents, could I go? There was a tennis court at the end of the Catholic Church, outside the cemetery and I well remember Father saying, "If you've any energy, there's a hay rake there."
There were five of us. Father would lead on and there was two brothers and myself in the middle and Mother at the back, and there we were, five of us, raking the big field of hay, that big square field at the bottom… And it was hard work in those days - turning it over, shaking it up, putting it into coils, then making a stack at the bottom.
And then Father'd get the hay rake out - it's fallen to pieces now - and he used to rake it up into lines and then we coiled it up. And it was the same with the corn. We had to help to bind the corn up into sheaves and stack it up. I used to dread it when it came to potato-picking week. I'd do anything!"
Mary Ayres
"When I was 12 I did a milk round for Crossland's. They were where Mr Platts' is. I used to do that before going to school in a morning. I used to carry the milk in two cans, and a pint measure and a half pint measure, and you measured it out into people's jugs. I can remember going up Tucker - it was then Roland Deakin's poultry farm and he used to have a full can of milk. A can must've been a gallon. They were heavy and you ruined all your clothes because you used to balance your can on your knee to pour it. And Mrs Crossland was a tartar because she measured it in. Well, you measure eight pints into a can, you don't get eight pints out, do you?
I remember going up one winter morning and that lane up to Tucker was very rough at that time, and it was terribly icy and I slipped down and spilt the bloomin' lot! I was terrified to go back, you know, to get more, because I thought she'd create terrible. But I was very lucky because one of the lads that worked there called Bob Stacey, he filled them for me - she wasn't in. And then of course I had to go back again, up the [lane]. We used to do quite a big round and you had to keep going back for a refill. I think we got about 1/6d a week. Seven days a week. I used to go up at about quarter to seven. You had to walk round and do it all and then go home and have your breakfast and get ready for school. So we were in bed early at night."
Doreen Greenan
"Down behind where the Rising Sun pub is now there was a tip where they tipped all the rubbish - old bike frames, old wheels, everything went down onto the tip and we used to go down to the tip at weekends and see if we could find an old wheel or a bike frame, and then go an buy a tyre, and we all made our own bikes in those days. And we always had trolleys. We'd find an old pram wheel and make trolleys. Most of the people in the village in them days'd make the bike up from what they'd scrounged off the tip.
We used to come to school on our bikes and park them all in the top yard and once a year the village policeman and his boss used to come and examine our bikes to see if we'd got brakes… and lights… and mudguards… and not many of us had. And they used to have a sheet with all things on.: 'Brakes: No. Lights: No…No… No.' My first bike had no brakes at all and the policeman had wrote across the bottom of mine: Malcolm Thorp, you are a menace on the road!"
Malcolm Thorp
