The breeze it blows over the open spaces,Of places populated with childrens faces,Just the songnow of birds to hear,looks a lonely place no folks are near,The hero's of yesteryear are all lain to rest,Glorious medals upon their chest,Traditions fiercely guarded by us all,As one whent down so did we all.................Bob Donaldson.
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Brings back memories of when I lived in wheatley hill ,
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