Scenes From My Childhood Days Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to André Letoit)

Too innocent I was as a child
to play with a girl's secret place,
we did rather steal peaches at the principal's house
did scuttle away when he wanted to find us,
with kites that flutter high in the wind
the summer-sun had been golden-yellow above us,
we did pretend to be sword-fighters,
did devour all the wild fruit in the veldt,
did wait each other in with canes loaded with balls of clay,
did throw the blue-hell out of each other with them,
did hunt with catapults,
was caned time after time for all our naughtiness,
did laugh at silly jokes
and old people did invite us for cake and tea.

[Reference: "tafereel" (scene)by André Letoit.]

© Gert Strydom