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“Back garden” of my childhood I remember,
The front for special roses was reserved,
We sometimes ate outside in the back garden,
Alfresco though a word I never heard!
The apple tree the highlight of the garden,
The blossom in the spring adorned with pink,
The “pond” that was bricked over many years ago,
The shed where you could go to have a think.
The football on the grass that needed cutting,
Try not to hit it over next door’s wall,
The separate patch where mum grew potatoes,
The rowan tree just laughing at it all.
The coal bunker a relic from the fifties,
The strawberries that grew from time to time,
A venue that we used for Hide and Seek games,
A tree behind the shed we’d sometimes climb.
No special bins then for our garden rubbish,
We’d have a day to tidy and to weed,
Incinerator used for the disposal,
Before we’d plant the latest shrub or seed.
And when I had my own kids did it change much?
They may have ps one and x box 2,
But in the garden they did have a trampoline,
And sheds? We’ve 2 to keep their stuff from view.
There was no pond but stones that were grassed over,
We’d sometimes sit out for a barbecue,
The hide and seek games also reoccurred here,
I don’t think things have changed that much. Do you?

9 June 2020

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