Here's a poignant offering to Poet's Corner from a Rhondda gentleman. 

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"A Day Remembered"

Bank Holiday is supposed to make you glad

When I think of mine it always make me sad

On that Monday way back in nineteen forty-four

Getting ready to go away, I really found a chore

Can I go out to play, I kept pestering my Mum

It's sunny out, and inside, I really did feel glum

A boy of twelve a girl of eight across the road I see

I wonder if I asked them, if they would play with me

My Mum relented, so off I went as happy as could be

To play with the children who were two evacuees

Let's play shop the girl said while sitting on the grass

With little stones for sweets on little plates of glass

Then they started quarrelling the boy began to shout

He picked up the stones and glass and threw them all about

I was busy playing and looked up in the sky

Not knowing of the danger the glass fell in my eye

The sight of my right eye I lost so many years ago

I have not let it worry me, though I’m nearly sixty four

I bear that boy no malice, my time has been well spent

Besides he couldn't help it, it was an accident

I only met him once again, in nineteen sixty two

As we stood there face to face, he didn't know what to do

With tears in eyes he grabbed me, didn't know what to say

I just said forget it now, it's many years away

So when I think of all those years he's had that on his mind

To come back and find me, I really thought was kind

But now the years have past, and memories fade away

There is but only one thing, to you that I can say

Forgiving and forgetting, be happy and content

No matter what the ups and downs, that life to you has sent

But now that I am older and getting rather grey

I think back a little easier now, to that Bank Holiday.

by "Mr. Mushnick"

*Treorchy.net sends particular thanks again to Mr Mushnick for sharing his thoughts with us - do keep 'em coming!