‘Gobstoppers, Marbles and Conkers’
© Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.
Oh for the days when I ran in the fields,
Through benweed and thistle on imaginary steed.
With a broom for a horse trying to make it run fast,
Shout “Giddy up there’! as I slapped own ass.
Jumping ‘over nettles never seeming to tire,
And scratching my ankles on a fence of barbed wire
Oh for the days when I climbed the tall trees; where
open-mouthed nestlings were begging from me,
Then scurrying down finding worms in a drill
and climbing again open mouth’s for to fill.
Fearless and brave I would reach the top branch,
And survey the land; my imaginary ranch.
Oh for the days when I’d race with my friends
To Bridget’s wee shop with a sixpence to spend,
Aniseed balls they…
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