For a while as a young child

I used to live near the Welsh Harp

But I remember absolutely nothing

Which is an advantage

As by then the railway station

Was no longer a railway station

But a memory of a railway station

The naturists had been hounded out

And I would imagine wore clothes

When sitting near reservoirs supplying canals

I later moved to the West Country fields and all

These are the memories I cherish

There are very few fields near the reservoir

Henry Hendon is unrecognisable now

Which is the way I like to remember it


Joe