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The little trickle, that ran through our street,
Was a place we much liked to place our feet,
In summer months, filled with such hot days,
We paddled through its many water ways.

Tiny silver fish would dart around feet,
Little hands would grab every frog we’d meet
The silted bed was the colour of sand  
Right up to our ankles in it we’d land

Green nettles arising on every side,
Gave us such a wonderful place to hide,
Hidden from view in a private world,
An adventure for every day unfurled.

Laughter and water were the sounds we heard
These and the sounds of just every bird
Those summers down in our green sweet haven
All day we’d play until night time raven

Adventures and rescues were affected 
The ridged adult world was fully rejected,
With swords and spears we did fight the evil,
And with flags and armour so medieval.

Crossing the moat to the stone castle wall
One of us was always destined to fall
Laughter and giggles would surely erupt
At the soggy end to our adventure abrupt.

In summer months, filled with such hot days,
Childish games, and fun in so many ways,
I will remember those days, wet and green
Hidden from sight, where no adults were seen.

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