The Milk Bar, Tenbury Road, Clows Top

The Oxleys.

Deep in the Worcestershire countryside…at the foot of Clows Top hill,
Lies the house called the Oxleys…a once sweet antidote to life’s bitter pill.
The family home of the Keegan’s…where visitors ambled from afar,
Holidaymaker’s or day-trippers en-route …on coaches…motorcycle or in a car.

Long gone is the catering van…selling breakfasts and cream teas,
Well-manicured lawns…and the fruit bearing trees.
No more antique farm carts…painted lovingly every year,
Time and tide has sadly taken its toll…releasing a heartfelt tear.

Past memories of better days…and long warm summers spent,
Camping in their fields with my family…will never relent.
Getting to know the Keegan’s…Terry…Mary…Bryan…Allison…Ricky and Roy,
Was a blessing from heaven…bestowed on everyone who stopped by.

Terry was a Guinness Rep…whose second love was the history of the heavy horse,
And Mary was the brains behind the catering van…and the farms driving force.
Terry was a horse brass aficionado…with a huge interest in tractor seats,
Mary was the perfect hostess and loyal friend…to everyone she meets.

Four blessings from heaven…in Bryan…Allison…Ricky and Roy,
Who proved to be loyal childhood friends…as the years passed by.
Collecting the hens eggs…feeding the animals and in times of play,
Remain wonderful memories for me to treasure…that will never fade away

A special tribute reserved for a special couple…now in their twilight years,
Who deserve all the blessings our Lord bestows…devoid of heartfelt tears.
May our Lord keep you both safe from harm…and bless you one hundred fold,
For all the happiness and joy you gave me…through your hearts of gold.

(Sue Marcuslee 2009)