Echoes of childhood resound sweetly within the mind
Reliving joyous days when all was pure and innocent
Milk delivered by horse and cart, rag and bone men
Running through wheat fields and bluebell woods,
Playing cowboys and Indians, football and cricket,
Loving a pet delighting the heart never forgot,
Making lifelong friends at school brighten the way
Sitting at table with loving family sharing meals
Hugs and kisses from laughing loving parents
Christmases so joyful with presents and festive treats.
Summer day outings to the seaside in coaches
Kindness of neighbours supporting each other
Such golden summers that seemed never ending
With Saturday morning cinema and sixpence to spend.
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