Jim O'Donnell

Rookie (That old my birth certs is expired / Glasgow)

Children Playing - Poem by Jim O'Donnell

Children playing in the street
Dirty face and dirty feet
Skipping ropes and singing songs
This will last all summer long

Fresh air as there playing out
Keeps them fit as they run about
Games they play I know so well
As my journey back to my childhood dreams

Remembering the days no money about
All us kids just played out
Ancient games our parents would play
I still remember to this day

Skipping ropes tug of war
And playing tag I adored
Playing out from dawn to dusk
Happy were we school was done

Dinner time what did we care
With so many friends out there
Mum calls us in its getting late
And homely food on a plate

Slept like a log without a doubt
My energy all burnt out
Just what will tomorrow bring
Our gang is talking about building a swing

These pleasant days I remember well
Because many times in my childhood dwell
To see a smile on a Childs face
The world is a happier place

07 09 2010

Comments about Children Playing by Jim O'Donnell

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 7, 2010

[Hata Bildir]