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no swimming pool
just endless hours of fun
in a simpler age
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learning to make cakes with mum
in the kitchen
or spending days on the beach
investigating rock pools
building sandcastles
digging holes to china
lurping 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
Yes, we did. Simpler and far happier times. I wonder if today's children manage to have that sense of innocent wonder. I hope so. I am smiling at all of the fearsome warnings from back then too. I think today's kids need more warnings than they get, now that the strangers are so many and so dangerous.
ReplyDeleteI love your descriptions Rall - to be able to play and explore is a wonderful gift - Jae
ReplyDeleteApart from the hessian bags, it could have been me.
ReplyDeleteSO beautiful memories! And OMG! We've also had that dose of the fearful tale of speaking to strangers and apple seed (in my case apple was replaced by orange). Yeah...the good ol' days.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful dose of nostalgia this sunny morning, Rall! It reminded me of my nan, the paddling pool in her garden and making cakes! She saved up threepenny bits all year to take me and my sister on a coach trip to seaside. If only we could go back to those days of innocence – and the stories we were told.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed you poem Thanks for taking me back to a glorious time Oh yes we have build heaps of huts at home with sheets and blankets lol and in the Netherlands we were told the same stories by our parents lol
ReplyDeleteOh nostalgia, you've written it so wonderfully. A time when wonder was so real, and imagination a constant companion.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful gift of nostalgia. I can relate to this so well.
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