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.
crispina kemp 
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.
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I thank you. I’m still terrified to cross the train lines. 🙂
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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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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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Love this. Am now contemplating my submission…
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I thank you, Dale. 🙂
Look forward to reading you. Or looking at it if it’s a photo, cartoon, or similar. 🙂
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Dunno. Yet! 😉
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Well, no time limit, no pressure. Fun is the things, and inspiration, and inpirations calls when least expected. 🙂
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I know it. But it’s gonna be today… 😁
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Okky-doke. And allowing time zones, I’ll see it in the morning:)
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True…
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🙂
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Love the flow of your poem. 😁
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I thank you. A case of inspiration freely flowing
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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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Just gets drummed into you, doesn’t it. Impossible to override.
Happy to have triggered old memories
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Yes thank you. Those were halcyon days for me with her 🌹
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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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Hey, you’re making me feel ancient. But it’s true, I did spend much time in my childhood in one of the forgotten pockets of Old Norfolk. Memories that can never be forgotten.
And happy you liked.
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Haha! Not so ancient, but childhood always seems a different world!
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Mine was magical. At least, magical when away from the ogre. Guess you can’t have magical without wicked trolls and ogres.
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I see what you mean! Train tracks can be frightening, indeed!
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And drummed into me as a child, I’m still not keen on crossing the lines. 🙂
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Love both the poem and the story behind it 🙂
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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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