Searching For Yesterdays
Les feuilles mortes
The falling leaves drift by the window
The falling leaves of red and gold
The little kid was snuggled in the drape at the left hand side of the bay window. His name was Choo, the spelling is unidentified however he could not pronounce his own name and had actually embraced that. Memory is stated to start about 4, so that would be his age and this would be among his earliest.
A little woman was huddled in the drape at the right-hand man side of the bay window. She was his sis and was 2 years more youthful. She had a stunning name however he did not believe she warranted it yet so he called her Podge.
They were both enjoying the leaves fall from extremely high trees on the far side of a big thick yard. As a leaf drifted from side to side on the wind their eyes would follow it lost in the marvel of their dreams.
The afternoon was drawing in and quickly their Nanny, Lily, would show up with something sweet to consume. Lily was about sixteen and from the town. It should have been after 4 o’clock on a fall afternoon in the Cotswolds.
When war was tearing the world asunder, a fall of 1943.
YANKEE DOODLE WENT TO TOWN
Yankee doodle went to town
A-riding on a pony
He stuck a plume in his hat,
and called it macaroni.
Lily and the little young boy waited the roadway to enjoy the columns of American tanks roll by.
The little young boy had actually never ever had chocolate prior to. When Lily stated that it was for her the little young boy responded that was a ridiculous concept; she was just a lady and of course it was for him.
There were Canadian soldiers on the farm. They were Empire and not yanks and Choo would talk and go to them seriously about things and weapons. The weapons were as high as he was.
Choo had a Shetland pony. He and his pals would take it to ride around the hills and woods and fields. The world may be at war however a little young boy might still stroll his native land without worry.
One day more Americans came to the farm and utilized some sheds as workplaces. They were making a movie and they desired some kids with a pony in their movie. Choo and his buddies signed up.
This lasted 2 weeks, however Choo could not count time, and they had actually got tired and went back to going over the hills. The manufacturer had actually had to rustle up some town kids and Choo lost his possibility at fame.
And such was the exploitation of England’s kids by the yanks throughout the war.
The little young boy was curled up in the drape at the left hand side of the bay window. A little woman was curled up in the drape at the best hand side of the bay window. When Lily stated that it was for her the little kid responded that was a ridiculous concept; she was just a woman and of course it was for him. They were Empire and not yanks and Choo would talk and go to them seriously about things and weapons. The world may be at war however a little young boy might still stroll his native land without worry.