My Grandma Lived Over the Track

Wymondham Level Crossing

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #20

My grandma lived over the track
One up, one down, in a house painted black
A stile over the fence to the well out back
Oxlip meadow, goats and a wood stack
If I crossed the lines I’d get a smack
Cos my grandma, you see, lived over the track

Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge

True story:
My grandparents lived beside the Norwich to London line, and the only way to it was across the track. My mother was terrified I’d wander across on my own; never paying attention, in a world of my own.

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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25 Responses to My Grandma Lived Over the Track

  1. Violet Lentz says:

    This was so entertaining, and finding out its a part of your truth made it ever so much more enjoyable.. Loved this little window into your world.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Love what you did with the prompt. Did you have it in mind when you posted the photo for your challenge? Just curious 🙂

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    • crimsonprose says:

      I thank you. I never think of my own take on the prompt until after I’ve chosen and posted the photo. Though I do chose photos that, to me, seem able to inspire multiple takes. I’ve already chosen next week’s photo. But I’m dilly-dallying between theming something on frogs, or on water sprites. And now you’re wondering what the photo. 🙂

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  3. Dale says:

    Love this. Am now contemplating my submission…

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Ramyani Bhattacharya says:

    Love the flow of your poem. 😁

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Jen Goldie says:

    My grandmother lived on an Avenue with Street Car Tracks and NEVER did we try to cross over. Thanks for bringing back warm loving memories 🌼

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  6. I love this Crispina, not only is it amusing, but it gives a real sense of nostalgia and atmosphere of a different time.

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  7. I see what you mean! Train tracks can be frightening, indeed!

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  8. Love both the poem and the story behind it 🙂

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    • crimsonprose says:

      Last week, walking under a railway bridge, the big never-ending London train came. And my daugter laugter (kindly) I’d my head pulled in like a tortoise. Still the child when trains come fast on me.

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