Growing Up In The Valleys Poem by David Boyce

In a time before todays technology,
In the valleys we had some laughs,
We would play outside for hours,
And come home to a warm tin bath.

We would go and play for hours,
In local fields and along the mountain sides,
Playing Fox and Hounds or Trappers,
In teams we would try and hide.

In fields, ferns and the bamboo peashooters,
Building traps all camouflaged,
Holes covered with sticks and grass,
Laughing when others fell into them hard.

We made swings across running rivers,
From old abandoned cables a Flying Fox,
I'm surprised we survived the teenage years,
And we never ended up in a wooden box.

I'm glad I lived my younger years,
With great memories of old friends,
At least I can say ' I lived my life',
When this earths journey ends.

Written by
David Boyce

25 September 2023
Copyright©David Boyce2023