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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420116" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Newcastle,1936</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420116" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In a humble little cottage<br>in a poorer part of town.<br>A tea kettle was whistling, <br>And the rain was pouring down.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420116" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Grandpa turned back from the window, <br>To where “mother” poured the tea.<br>“I’ve made some soda bread, <br>why don’t you come an sit with me? ”</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420116" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Grandpa did as he was bidden-<br>A cup of tea was just the thing, <br>in a delicate bone china cup<br>which bore a picture of the King. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420116" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As a stranger in a strange realm<br>He had worked the mines for years.<br>He had put food on the table, <br>He had endured this vale of tears.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420116" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now the world he knew was gone<br>And work was hard to find<br>Germany was rising<br>Which sons would war take this time? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420116" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Back when he was young and strong, <br>with no hostages to time.<br>He’d had the change to turn his back<br>on England’s harsher clime.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420116" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But then “mother’s” hair was golden<br>Her eyes a baby blue<br>Thoughts of leaving for America<br>paled next to thoughts of you.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420116" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He’d longed to travel far and wide<br>And see all sides of things.<br>He’d settled for his books and maps.<br>Some thoughts were childish dreams.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420116" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In a humble little cottage<br>in a poorer part of town.<br>A tea kettle was whistling, <br>And the rain was pouring down</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a></strong></div>

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