posted October 29, 2016 02:08 PM
Childs' PlaySubmerged in Lifes' depth and bereft of shore ,
flashbacks of simple days before :
skipping ropes and bare scraped knees ,
chasing butterflies and avoiding bees
Muddy ponds a playground lush
endless sun no sense of rush :
hopscotch marked out with a shard of stone
too much fun to feel alone.
Freckle faced boys flew kites so high ,
pig tailed girls nursed dolls that could cry :
the finest tea parties in grown up clothes,
a passing bread van with scent of fresh loaves
A whistling milkman smiled at their fun ,
jokingly attempting to steal a bun :
rumbustious lads tumbled down hills ,
whilst giggling girls watched their thrills.
Espied behind an old Oak tree ,
two lovers hoping no-one could see :
scent of mowed grass and chirping crickets ,
picking brambled berries in thorny thickets
Berry stains on clothes once clean
a rainbow effect with streaks grass green :
a test it would be to the laundering skills of mums ,
as girls made their first daisy chains all fingers and thumbs.
Dads talked sport and the news of the day
mums they baked cakes as was the way :
never wanting the days to end ,
kids in a magical world of pretend.
senses take me back to joy filled play ,
a smile that widens for Life that way :
a grown up now I have to be ,
a role I dont fit easily.