MEMORIES
To play on swings and other things,Not worrying what each day may bring.
To skip with skipping rope,
To smell and taste fresh cold air.
As well as the scent of carbolic soap,
To feel the sting of rain upon my face.
These are memories that I love,
That cannot be replaced.
Cold paraffin heated winter snowy nights,
Waiting for icicles to form, Kid's forgotten treat's.
The beaming grin upon our face,
As though you'd think we never had a sweet..
To toboggan down slopping hills,
With candle wax 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.
Friends I've made along the way,
Including one's on poetbay,
These are memories I wish not to forget,
Trouble is I will, The older that I get.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-02-04 at 11:48
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