Glimpses of Childhood Memories

Some Glimpses of childhood Memories The town where I grew up seems much the same Its many features yet retained Still central fountain that caresses the sky Its hazy droplets against the winter dregs of sun Gone, the regiment of poplars that shaded the green Gone their sinewy boughs that claimed the bright And at the head a red bricked hall That governs and oversees it all New Morrisons nestles to one side A steady human trickle to color its doors I lived at Campers Road where terraced housing still exists A council house domain when in its prime I poked sticks in pavement tar with fascination And wondered about its composition The chalked insult scrawled upon the path Removed by soapy water enforced by parent Written because she rode her bike across our yard Its final remnants ‘Mrs Knot is a snot’ now fully gone The same old store stands across the narrow Where handy for forgotten items to obtain But gone the candy shop beside And in its place a show of artefacts to see and buy No more the jar line up of colored sweets To tempt wide eyed children into its confines Across the road a spinney existed Where entangled undergrowth harbored climbing trees And in the center the finest enchanted tree Spread its woody arms in welcoming pose Sap glistened from its spiral hollows While light between the parted clouds alighted on its verdant leaves Now further to brave a walk beyond the hump backed bridge Where swings abound in a field And I could see above the clouds And flee to other worlds afar. And dream of what was to become Across the town exists the pits Where flooded lakes mask dug out holes And there to while the day by azure blue To watch the ripples embrace the skeletal crane Corroded wreck that bore the deluge