The high pitched squeak from a cackling Crow 🤣

They told me what was right and I soon learned what was wrong, teachers taught me how to write my melodies for a song..and back in those bygone days Methodism was strong, so I attended Sunday school with a sense of belong..

Well I sat in the choir at the front of the chapel singing solos with my cheeks rouged, red and blotched dapple..when my nervousness was something that I had to get on with and grapple, then my voice used to break from the dryness of my adam’s apple..Now when I was a child I lacked alot of self esteem, though to stand center-stage with self-assertion was my dream..mind you noone ever encouraged me in our world of academe, I was just one of the younguns in our Sunday school team...

I can well recall I must have been only nine or ten, I had to practise reaching the high notes again and again..and our music teacher was so strict and her disciplinary act was a pain, I would end up totally embarrassed with my screechy voice strain..Nervously standing out to the side of her piano, haha she was hoping for the sweet sound of an accomplished soprano..but instead she would hear a high pitched squeak from a cackling crow, coming from this petrified little lass that was wanting to run away and go...

Then finally that dreaded moment would appear and there was I shivering like a shaking Ieaf full of anxiety and fear..starting to sing the first words to the Sound of music’s ‘The hills are alive’ tho actually I felt so sick and I wondered if I would survive..Mind you God know’s how but I muddled on through, though if I had completely lost my lines, well I don’t know what I’d do..coz I had worked mysell into an absolute frenzy and my mind was in a stew, Haha when the song was over my face wasn’t red, it was blue!!!