Adolescent Scenes

During the Forties I was just a lad Growing up was not so bad; Summer evenings,lengthened long, Clambered tree,with birds in full song. Across nearby fields,over the brook Studying in nature's real-tim book; Scaled branches for my egg collection, Wild flowers then pressed to perfection. Fishing for sticklback with jamjar and net, Oftimes slipping and getting wet; Boys' club,in the pld school hall, Indoor hockey with a ragged ball. Gathering conkers on Chestnut Crescent For nnual contests,adolescent; Blue-paper fireworks,In November, Baked spuds in glowing embers. Around the streets,carol singing, Boxes rattling,lanterns swinging; Indelible ,magic memoir- Remebered scenes from afar.