POEM by Margaret D. Young. ONCE UPON A CHILDHOOD. The hot Summer memories of a school holiday Days spent til darkness fell - we would play We skipped, hopped and ran endlessly around Flew kites til falling from sky to ground We laughed, we giggled, we were so free, As free as any striped buzzing bumble bee Free as the singing birds in trees and sky so blue, When friends were loyal and oh so true. We would ride our bikes with a shining bell, Polished and gleaming - to destination we would never tell, Through THE CHASE, down country lanes and back again, Time to go home, tired, aching, at nearly ten. On quiet days sitting in the grass in warm breeze, The day before had fallen and scraped both knees, Making daisy chains, dressing dolls and picking flowers Quiet times on a garden swing to pass away the hours. Childhood was a special time growing tall and strong In the Summer holidays that seemed so very long Always someone saying Can you come out to play? Great ways, with friends, to spend another fun-filled day. As I look back at these childhood years Filled with games, with friends and no fears, I know in my heart that a shining babbling brook Was a part of my life and will be part of my book. There is a world out there of my childhood, To be painted in words and to be understood, Long Sunday walks are hidden in my brain, Untold tales to reveal - and then forever remain. Margaret D. Young.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Nov 2014 10:36:09 +0000
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