Let Me Show You Poem by Clive Blake

Let me show you where I used to play,
When I was as young as you,
I'd play all day in the bluebell wood,
Immersed in a scented sea of blue,
I'd race and dodge the sun's warm rays,
As it pierced the dappled shade,
And enjoy many a happy hour,
In the twiggy den I'd made,
I'd climb the old gnarled oak,
Its branches used as a swing,
And if you enjoy this as much as I did,
We can come back here every spring.