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When I Was A Lad

When I was a lad about nine or ten
Summers were long school holidays great then
I played in our street we had so much fun
Me and my mates in the warm summer sun.

We felt really safe as we played in our street
We respected the bobby as he walked his beat
Cricket and football in the street we would play
My mate smashed a window we all ran away.

The girls played skipping with their hair in a bow
We would rather play fight , climb trees you know
We would play marbles and conkers make paper planes too
Me and my mates found plenty to do.

We even built a trolley using wheels from a pram
We chased all the girls they squeled as they ran
The days were so long much time to kill
I remember playing roly poly down that grassy hill.

We tried to build a raft with some oil drums tied to a big plank
We took it to the river guess what it sank
I had so much fun growing up as a lad
I was bit of a rascal but good times we all had.

Bobby is a slang word for a policeman
A trolley is like a gokart but made of wood
A conker grows on a Horse chestnut tree. You thread string through the conker stand facing 
another person with one and take turns hitting each others conker until one breaks off the 

Copyright © LEON WILSON

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  1. Date: 8/12/2009 4:40:00 PM
    Leon, you recollect a memorable, simpler time in my life when chidren were not afraid to play in the streets. There were no computer games, but paper planes and trees to climb were such delightful activities. This is a true gem for my faves! Love it! Carolyn Happy Friendship Week!

  1. Date: 8/11/2009 11:41:00 AM
    Good afternoon Leon. I just finished entering some of the contests going on here at the Soup. Now I am going to read some of the poems written here. Thank you for sharing yours. Look through the contests maybe you might want to enter some of them also if you haven't already. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 8/11/2009 5:47:00 AM
    AWW what happy memories and so much fun, kids dare not go out theese days alone, oh how things change, I used to play knock a door run known as knocky nine doors where I used to live, shhhh dont tell leanne and james , LOL just kiddng , a great message, God bless you and sue from diane