A Voice In My Head

On my daily commute
              I lay down my paper to dream
 of the old days,
    & yesterdays ways.

 I dream ,
        of summer sun 
when my life had just begun,
     climbing trees  &cricket on the green,
that the first time 
      I made the school team.

I recall 
 football  with leather boots & ball,
       bonfire night &fireworks
 in the Fall;
   carol singing through silent streets
       paper chains &
 Christmas treats.

nostalgiarhyme

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