Childhood - The Days Of Paradise Poem by Paul Warren

The sea sparkling in the summer sun
Running to the waters edge a race won
Letting the water lap over the top of you
Playing of pirates burying treasure too

Kicking a football end to end each in turn
Taking the specky mark as bare arms burn
Lining up for the shot at the goal to score
Never tiring of the game with our mates for sure

The first day of summer holidays with the promise
Of endless fun over Christmas time not to miss
Never thinking the good times would ever end
These are the days of Paradise that we all depend.

© Paul Warren Poetry