Growing Up In the Country
Living as a child growing up
in the countryside walk to school
then got a bicycle to save my feet
daily 3 miles even in winter not cool
I always played my own game
at my back called the homie park
practise my soccer skills so rare
so silly on my own now thinking back
We had hens at our back yard
my job was to collect the eggs
difficult when they laid them all over
then the cockerel attacked at my legs
TV was always fun in the evenings
but one show caused me to fear
'whacko' really gave me nightmares
his cane always dreamed at my rear
Mother always said you don't listen
when I did but just didn't obey
that was not the answer she liked
so then I act deaf so to play!
(I have written this about our "growing up pains" and played childhood games in our growing up period.)
Copyright © Gordon Mcconnell | Year Posted 2021
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