A Planning Application Of Yesteryear
A Small Tribute To Ernest
A Time Remembered
Amos Again
Breedon Cricket Club
Bridge It
Cricket And The Church
I Remember
Mushrooms For Breakfast
Native Tonge
Pardon My Garden
Quarrying In Breedon
Re Worthington Revisited
Some More Memories Of Worthington
Speaking In Tonges
The Old Boundary
The Organ
Tonge Along
Uncle Toms Hat
What Is A Christian
When The Vicar Stayed For Tea
Worthington Remembered
Worthington Revisited
Worthington Soldiers Poem
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A Third Poem

by Ye Olde Yawny Boxian

You seek me here
You seek me there
It seems you seek me everywhere

To baffle you
Was my intent
With a touch of humour lent

Is my story true you ask
I never travel without my flask
The person really did pass by
And to my query gave no reply

I was told many moons ago
Outside the Swan
The hounds did show

Stories told by our dad
"and I would be his ears"
As he recalled his childhood
Rolling back the years

Even further back he'd go
Of tales that he was told
Of Worthington and how it was
In the days of old

Children of today I fear
Have no time for yesteryear

They do not give two hoots
For local history
Or their village roots

Home is where the heart is
No matter where I roam
Yawny-Box will always be
The place that I call home.