I wondered whether you would like this poem that I wrote, which certainly sums up Hounslow past and present:
This town, this place that I call home From which I did not leave to roam. Its history goes back many a year Full of joys, and some of fear.
Dick Turpin was a man so bold Black Bess he rode, so I've been told. Hounslow Heath, where robbers laid in wait, Stage coaches robbed as they passed by late.
What frightening times these must have been. Life was hard and times were lean.
Little villages disappeared from view Whilst roads, shops and houses grew.
Numbers of cinemas there used to be, One even giving a cup of tea.
An organ appeared from out the floor Music played, who could ask for more?
All these pleasures are now long past If only the good things would always last. Woolworths has closed, shops disappear Not a good start to the new year.
All the wondrous treats were maybe a dream Looking back it is certainly what they seem. But after all is said and done Hounslow to me is still number one.
COREEN HOLMES Lyncroft Gardens, Hounslow.
