The Poetry & Prose of John Davison
Wintri Neets
Written in the Yorkshire dialect, John relives a memory of his childhood when he would play out on a wintry night.
Int days bifoort T.V.
Wen wi rush’d art after tea,
Playin orlt street games under t’ leet,
Onner cowld ‘n’ wintry neet,
Wipin’ thi nose on thi ould coat cuff,
Can tha believe wi woh ser ruff ?
Anno wi live in er better day,
Burrif tha lets thi memri stray,
Thakkan play them ould games under t’leet,
Onner cowld ‘n’ wintry neet.— John Davison