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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Easter In Aberystwyth © Robbie Kennedy Bennett









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.

Deep down is stored a memory,
the river where I longed to be.
Bridgnorth on the Severn,
a piece of childhood heaven.

On banks and branches of temptress trees,
I climbed, explored and scraped my knees.
Watching rising of ripple as the river did flow,
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







© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

WEE ROBIE ©
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Wee Robie fell off a wall
off a wall in Gt Yarmouth,
Wee Robie still has a scar
has a scar on his forehead.

He remembers the trolley in the hospital
and the rubber doors he was pushed through.
Wee Robie what does he do?
his childhood he always goes back to.

Wee Robie still has a scar,
and not the pedal car he had for Christmas.

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett


Relaxing in my hotel room in Trondheim, Norway thinking about my past.
One memory is following my elder brother and cousin climbing onto a wall when on holiday in Gt Yarmouth and waking up as I was being wheeled into hospital.

And the photo of me in my new pedal car that I had for Christmas. My elder brother is standing aside with his accordian.

Wee Robie © Robbie Kennedy Bennett









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A GARDEN OF REMEMBRANCE © Robbie Kennedy Bennett
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A Garden of Remembrance
Wintertime mid-day,
A peaceful, peaceful feeling
In a sentimental way.

Fox paw prints they prove
I’m not the first to come,
Patterns in the virgin snow
Not yet melted by the sun.

Leave the snow alone
Let the setting be,
Somehow seems to light a scene
Of spirituality.

Covered are the loved ones
Blanketed in white,
Those that always turn our mind
Each day and every night.

A Garden of Remembrance
How long do you stay?
A guilty, guilty feeling
When I walk away.

When I walked away
No one tugged my sleeve,
Fox paw prints they prove
I’m not the first to leave.


© Robbie Kennedy Bennett

A Garden of Remembrance © Robbie Kennedy Bennett





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