Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex Poet Verse

A Touch of Nostalgia Fitton Hill Story Group Short Version

A TOUCH OF NOSTALGIA (Fitton Hill Story Group)
When we were little we would all gather                                                                                                                          our favorite toys – a fireman and ladder,                                                                                                                         an aircraft carrier and RAF plane,                                                                                                                                a wooden top and whip, with marbles in the rain.                                                                                                         

We’d make our own toys, from shoeboxes and planks,                                                                                                          houses and go-carts – whatever we could chance.
The best toys we ever saw were wooden bricks and Meccano,                                                                                                       a walking, talking singing doll, Tin Can Alley and Lego.                                                                                                  We’d peer at the train-set through the window of the toyshop                                                                                             with a slot outside where your coin would drop.

Our favorite games with friends we’d play.                                                                                                                 Snakes and ladders, hopscotch, darts on a rainy day,                                                                                               in the house and on the street.                                                                                                                               Through army games we’d make believe -                                                                                                                   “Gather the troops, prepare to battle                                                                                                                         bring your sticks, perfect your Sten Gun rattle!”

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Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex October 22, 2015 at 11:02 AM last verse... As the years have passed we still enjoy a cheer but we sit with a beer in a calmer sphere. Dominoes at the tap room, pool and cards, now it’s the grandkids that run playing in the yards.

Charmaine Chircop October 22, 2015 at 10:51 AM I still love hopscotch when I see one..Those were the days.Lovely poem. Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex October 22, 2015 at 11:03 AM thanx charmaine. see the last verse i added in comment bit as edit thing wouldnt let me do it. was in the writing group i went to. we all did a bit. many memories.