In Tarmac Forever Poem by jane solanrobertson

Warrington, the sixties.

When my children cry boredom
I look back and see
That my childhood was richer
Than theirs seems to be.
We played British Bulldog
And Kick-Can-A-Lurky
Watched The Flower Pot Men
And Pinky And Perky.
We skipped or we hopscotched
Those heady days away,
And scrumping crab apples
Was the crime of the day!
We always made use of
That hot Summer weather,
Etched the names of our sweethearts
In the Tarmac, forever.
We ate sugar butties
(Suffered fillings galore)
Though mostly I smile at
How things were before.
Bonfire night was
A major event,
(Those loose garden gates
Seemed Heaven-sent!)
Now I often think back to
That real Summer weather
And those names written proudly
In the Tarmac forever.