What do You see down these streets?
Tell me what lies down these roads.
Is it the hustle and bustle of the living?
or is there more?
try to look closer, look deeper.
Breathe in the wind, feel the surrounds.
Let me tell you what I see and feel.
I feel past the brick facades of the houses.
I move over the gutters and through the
I can see much more.
A young lad puts willow to ball,
as a scurry commences, they all blend and
Shouts of pleasure ring out, only to be carried
into time by the wind.
A football is kicked into a group
of eager young children.
then the sight is gone in the blink of a
A young boy lets out a squeal of excitement as
he is tagged by a friend.
As they set off, they're just no longer there.
In this place there is no pain, only children
Exist and the games that they played.
The howl of a storm covers the cries of a
The wind steals their laughter.
Rain melts colours of children into puddles of
As time drifts by and the world moves on.
I can see much more here.
This is my town, my streets
And those are the
Ghosts of My Childhood.