Edward Baker

Eastbourne, East Sussex

I was born 11-7-31 in East Bourne E. Sussex. One daughter named Sharon, grandson Daniel age six. I am widowed and retired on health grounds. Married for 30 years. My day was a coalman. Mum had over 13 children -10 of us still living. Hobbies, poetry, gardening, local history, genealogy and cigrinophily. My poetry gives me a sense of achievement and I hope others enjoy it. Started education at St . Mary School, East Bourne completed at Stagsden Village School Bedfordshire, whilst an 1940-5. My pen name is Edward John Baker.

Parting

My grandson saw me crying
I know he wondered why.
It broke my heart to leave him
To kill him and say goodbye
His eyes were full of sorrow
He was very sad
We'd had a smashing holiday
But the parting had to come
The leaving at the airport
For that place we all call home
We hope to meet again one day
When he has grown a bit
I hope that I, his Grandad
Will still be well and fit.

Country Boys

Harvesting and gleaning
Down on the farm
Bean and pea picking
Strengthens the arm
Selling fruit in country lanes
Putting in tomato canes
Tree climbing, birds nesting
Now in decline
Tobogganing and snow clearing
Fun at the time
Thashing and rabbiting
Are great when you're small
Bell ringing, choir singing
I've done them all
There's lots of fun
When you've got no toys
After all, we were
Country boys.

Eastbourne

Eastbourne is a beautiful place
With sun that shines upon its face
Walk through the streets
with style and ease
And you will find there's
lots of trees.
The shops are bright
the streets are clean,
Flowers are everywhere to be seen.
Theatres and shows in certain places
And lots of visitors with sun tanned faces.
Eating fruits and lovely ices
And probably food with lots of spices.
Children in the sea, inviting,
And grown ups are a - letter writing
When the sun goes down at night
There's plenty to see with great delight
This town of ours is not forlorn,
But bears a great name,
Eastbourne.