We Knew We Had Love © Robbie Kennedy Bennett







BROWN TANNED ARMS ©
by Robbie Kennedy Bennett

I remember the rolled up sleeves,
And the brown tanned arms.
The second shirt button that was always undone,
Leaving a tan so dark from the ray of the sun.

When you took off your shirt you showed lily-white skin,
You laughed from the heart,
You laughed from within.

With your forehead pronouncing
What's more to be said?
Your hair was swept back
Beyond your balding tanned head.
Overalls and a garage and your oily grubby face,
This memory of you I could never replace.

And I still see you laughing and hear you telling a little white lie,
You were always exaggerating,
We let your romancing pass by.

I hear that old Scottish drawl,
The simplified reason of the old Scottish call.

I still look for you to share a Christmas dinnertime pint of beer,
And again when I'm wishing a Happy New Year.

The sandcastles you built on the beach still stand,
That you made for your sons with a hard working hand.
The tide may have came and washed them away,
But to me they are still there today.


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BRIDGNORTH ON THE SEVERN ©
by Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Time spent where the Severn flows,
A quaint old market town.
Bridgnorth on the Severn,
A piece of childhood heaven.

Stored deep is another fond memory,
Is a place where I longed to be.
Bridgnorth on the Severn,
A piece of childhood heaven.

On the banks and branches and trees,
I climbed and explored and scraped my knees.
As the ripple of the river did flow,
I’d throw a twig in the water and wonder,
Yes I wondered how far it would go.

When descending down Hermitage hill,
The sight of High Town excites me still.
Bridgnorth on the Severn,
A piece of childhood heaven.



Bridgnorth On The Severn © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

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