To play on swings and other things,
To skip with skipping rope.
Not worrying what each day may bring,
To smell fresh cold air.
To feel the sting of rain upon my face,
These are memories that cannot be replaced.
Cold paraffin heated winter snowy nights,
Waiting for icicles to form kid's forgotten treat's,
Almost as though you'd think we never had a sweet.
To toboggan down slopping hills with candlewax and soap,
To go out to the lake to float your home made boat.
To feel snowdrops fall upon your tongue,
Four farthings to the penny for everyone.
Pushing snow skidding cars up a hill,
Hanging on gave us kids quite a thrill.
Cold wrapped up winter play days out,
Warm winter coal fire family days in.
Baked potatoes cooking in the hearth,
Even smelling rain sodden earth.
These are memories I wish not to forget,
Trouble is I will, The older that I get.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-02-04 at 11:48

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dott Print text Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I could picture and feel all of those childhood joys you mention in this, and they certainly called to mind my own times having that carefree fun as a child. This is very nice :) Thanks.

Oh those were the days! The last two lines are bittersweet.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I'd already forgotten those things. It was wonderful to be reminded of them. Thanks.