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Just a boy from Bristol

PART TWO


"We will have bluebells in the spring, and roses in the summer," said Mum when we moved into Halsbury Rd, and for the first time we had a garden of our very own. Sadly for Mum, whatever she planted, however hard she worked, the promised flowers refused to grow. When I wasn't playing football, Knock out Ginger or Releaster 1-2-3 in Eugene Street, i wandered off down town. I travelled far and wide, exploring all the many bombed buildin...g sites which were all over Bristol. I admired, in close up, the beauty of the blue, purple, white and yellow clusters of Buddleia, Campion, Rosebay Willow herb, and bramble bushes; I sat, like a young king, astride piles of bricks and rubble; I closed my eyes and listened to the birdsong and the buzzing of the bees, and then I picked clumps of the colourful weeds, and rushed home to present them to my mother. She always smiled sadly, and kissed the already drooping plants, before neatly arranging them in empty jam jars. They always faded and died inside a few days, but I never stopped trying. I desperately wanted to find Mum the flowers she was so desperately craving.     

            

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  1. Anonymous3 June 2022 at 04:24

    Thank you, Michael. You've been keeping us for a long time, waiting for the finished product! Hope it's nearly ready.

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    1. Anonymous3 June 2022 at 05:56

      Slowly. A computer crash has destroyed a lot of it, but retyping as we speak.

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