JOYS OF A CHILDHOOD LOST

 

We virtually lived outside

Me and my friends

On long summer adventures

Until the days ends

But we weren’t just

The fair weather sort

We played outside even

When days were short

Rolling around in piles

Of autumn leaves of gold

Splashing through puddles

Despite being told

Playing imaginary games

About being lost in the fog
running through the woods

Chasing the dog.

In winter when Saturday came

Then off we’d go

With luck we’d wake

To find a fresh fall of snow

Then we’d happily sledge

Across the snowy land

Or build a snowman

Till we can’t feel our hands

Hours pass in minutes

As we’d happily roam

But despite the cold

We didn’t rush to get home

When we did we crunched

Through the crisp winter frost

Those were the joys

Of a childhood lost