When I Was Small Poem by Angela Wybrow

</>When we were both small,
We'd go on trips out with our Dad.
I look back now and remember
The happy times that we had.

We'd drive to Harewood Forest,
To try and spot some fallow deer,
Or stroll to a nearby village,
Where my first cuckoo I did hear.

We'd often go to the local park,
For a cricket or a football game.
We'd also play in the playground,
On the swings and climbing frame.

We often went for bicycle rides:
Dad in the lead and us two behind.
We went blackberrying at Cowdown Lane,
And picked all the berries we could find.

We'd go for strolls along Ladies' Walk,
Collecting conkers in their shiny coats,
Or go to the local leisure centre,
And go for a ride there on a boat.

As a family, we'd also go further afield,
To various resorts along the South coast.
We'd have fish and chips and play on the beach,
And these were the days that I loved the most.

I really loved going for family picnics,
To the park in Salisbury or to Beacon Hill.
With sandwiches, sausage rolls, pork pies,
And cup cakes, our tummies we would fill.

It's nice to cast your mind back,
To those childhood days gone past.
They will never be forgotten.
The memories will always last.