As children we'd play,
On a hot Summer day,
Loving life as we did back then,
We'd stay out for hours,
And pick pretty flowers,
Set up home in a makeshift den.
Back then life was good,
We'd run through the wood,
Where we'd play hide and seek in the trees,
Then home for a bath,
Oh what a great laugh!
Sporting a set of black knees!
No laptop to own,
And no mobile phone,
Enjoyment was easy and free,
Up like a lark,
We'd head to the park,
A place where we loved to be.
Those were the days!
In so many ways,
We then knew the meaning of fun,
A blast in the past,
Good things never last,
Those days that we played in the sun.
Jayne Louise Davies
crafted the reminiscences so vividly, Jayne, really miss the time!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Pradip, so pleased you like it!