Child's Play
Bang bang your dead
shot by a long wooden stick
pretend to throw a hand grenade
when it was just a bit of brick.
Spot a bird's nest in a tree
a race to get to the top
the boy who was the slowest
had to buy the sweets in the shop.
Staging our own Wrestling bouts
between pals over the local park
thinking you were really tough
when you were still afraid of the dark.
Thinking you were really grown up
having a drink of your Fathers beer
and having a drag on a cigarette
when ever your Mother wasn't near.
Fishing for tiddlers in a dirty stream
with a worm on the end of some string
telling your mates you caught loads
when really you never caught a thing.
Football matches went on for hours
going home covered in grass and mud
we'd think we all played for England
but only one or two of us were any good.
I miss those childhood days I really do
when I was young and so carefree
everything was an exciting adventure
but now I'd need a ladder to climb up a tree!
poem by Kevin Halls
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