Fit like, Pitsligie? Fit like?

By Frank Kane


I remember a childhood without comparison

I remember days I thought would never end

I remember friends I could trust upon

I remember love that would never bend

I remember the school my heart to take

And the thirst for knowledge in me awake

I remember at the moss with dad

A wee boy trying to help so hard

And on the road back on dad’s bike asleep

Only his strong hands me safe to keep

I remember the emptiness I felt inside

When, I, the village had to leave behind

But, in the years now gone, I still return

To those precious days that I still for yearn

Blessed, I feel, for those blissful years

Aye, fit like Pitsligie, fit like?