70s Kids

our young faces left sepia stains on ivory paper there were no flaws nor lines to draw attention nor depress just shiney rose hued cheeks which glowed and purple garish dress eyes did glint though there was a hint of apprehension in our smiles a missing tooth displayed our youth orange and umber whiles wirehaired bodger (dog) our much loved lodger who raced with all us kids came christmas carolling to inrease our treasure as cash flowed in split lids potatoe pie with the chicken bits shy we would play, spot the chunk of meat chafing elastic to hold grey socks ill fitting shoes to beat hoola hoops, canakers tomahawks arms, embraced your bestest friend knock on doors as mother asked have you some sugar you can lend? T rex blast on radiogramme and the old grey whistle test cheap lemonade and icecream vans the seventies were the best