Amy Childs

Beaminster, Dorset

My name is Amy F. Childs nee Bowditch. I was born in Dorset in 1915, my parents Harry and Annie Bowditch. I am a widow, was married to Arthur Childs for 46 years, I have three children, all married, Hazel, Daphne and Timothy. Six grandchildren, 6 great grandchildren. I worked all my life on Dorset farms. I went to Dorset village schools. Just one teacher for all ages left school at 14, started work on the farms worked until I was seventy. Started to write poetry in 1995. For a book on childhood memories for Dr. Barnado's. Now I write for a past time. I am a nature lover my pen name sometimes. Had about 10 poems published by Rhyme Arrival. I joined ISNP just over 10 years ago. My poems are from memories and thoughts of a life time spent on the lovely dorset farms, right from birth till I was seventy. Now I sit and look out on fields with all animals with my lovely memories of Dorset Farms.

Looking Through My Window

Many a long hour I sit in my chair
The window open to left in Gods good
It's a picturesque view for all to see
Especially the lovely tall ash tree
In the spring it was late starting to sprout
But at last the buds just opened out
Now it is standing majestic and tall
Covered in green leaves, from which the birds call
I watch it each day in the breeze blowing
Without human aid it simply keeps growing
Telling us God's help is always there
For everyone who really care
So look out of you window, all day long
Then you will feel like singing a song
Of thanks and praise for the one above
Giving us every thing, especially his love.

Little Lambs

The sheep are grazing on the grass so green
Little lambs frolicing in between
Spring sunshine bright and warm
A picturegue scene on every farm
I count myself lucky that I can see
Frolicing lambs so full of glee
I sit and watch them run to and fro
Bringing back memories of long ago
Now they are having a race from the top of the brow
Barely missive the grazing cow
Leaping and jumping each other to pass
Marvellous they can run so fast
Now the ewes call its feeding time
Wonderful nature, so divine
Gods creation everywhere
Humans cononly stand and stare.