Childhood Days Dull Leaves Painted A Golden Yellow Poem by Terence George Craddock

those distant young childhood days
in the early opening chapters of life
are now less real than daytime ghosts
so many buildings torn down totally gone
so many altered renovated in new styles
so many people then decades passed on
so many children then now time altered old
buildings like people torn down totally gone

next to our drive the neighbour had a hedge
but the leaves some were dirty coal dust black
leaves were dark green some going dark black
just a few years old about 4 or 5 years old then
I got out a large tin of yellow paint and painted
dull leaves a golden yellow an artist creation