John Carter Brown


Those Were The Days - Poem by John Carter Brown

Oh for the days of ginger-beer
The days I hold so very dear;
Still vivid in my memory's eye
Games of hopscotch and eye-spy.
Saving jam-jars for the school
Catching 'cockies' in the pool;
Longing for my Christmas toys,
Making lots of childish noise.

Oh for the days of spinning-tops,
Playing robbers, playing cops;
Playing chiefs and indians too,
Paper feathers, paper glue.
Bouncing on the bed upstairs
After whispering my prayers;
Still I see myself at play,
So close but yet so far away.

Oh for the days of birthday jelly,
Watching popeye on the telly;
Bird-nesting upon the rec',
Dad insisting: 'Wash your neck! '
My torch of red and white and green,
Rolling out my plasticine;
Bats and stumps and cricket-balls,
Sweet young days at old St Pauls'.

(Written Aug 1996)


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Just a few memories of my happy childhood days. In case you don't know (and I'm sure you won't) 'cockies' was our name for Sticklebacks - You must know what they are?

Comments about Those Were The Days by John Carter Brown

  • Rookie - 0 Points David Threadgold (11/11/2012 3:19:00 AM)

    Great memories from a time gone by many thanks for a great read. (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 604 Points Ruth Walters (8/25/2012 9:58:00 AM)

    Oh yes, oh for those days of childhood bliss, when you didn't really want to kiss, you didn't want your great Aunt Sue to pinch your cheeks all black and blue - I loved this poem - well done you! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 25, 2012



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