Nostalgia

no swimming pool
just endless hours  of fun
on a summer's afternoon
in a simpler age



learning to make cakes with mum
in the kitchen
or spending days on the beach
investigating rock pools
building sandcastles
digging holes to china
slurping on home made ice blocks



playing on swings and seesaws
making cubby houses 
from cardboard boxes
teepees from old sheets
collecting caterpillars in jam jars
making dolls from clothes pegs





every garden had quick sand
down the back in those days
with stories of small children
who wandered off
and were never seen again

the ones 
who spoke to strangers
offering sweets
were put into hessian bags
hurled from the top of the cliffs
into the sea

the boy who
swallowed the apple seeds
was found in the morning
by his grandma
with a tree growing out of his stomach

we enjoyed
the wonder
the thrill
the innocence of childhood

we had the best of it

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