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.)
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Callus Avatar
April 6, 2021 at 3:04 PM
I believe that most of us will forever remember those childhood years, with both the good and the bad. I lived in a quiet village, but there was never a dull moment!! ~ Regards, my friend. // paul
Mcconnell Avatar
April 7, 2021 at 1:01 AM
Thanks Paul, Glad you enjoyed it and indeed so true for us all who lived in quiet situations. Hope you're well, it's another lovely sunny day over here though very cold in the shade. Take care, Gordon
Ball Avatar
April 5, 2021 at 6:19 AM
This made me smile Gordon. My mom loved scary movies and stories and the things she read and watched on T.V. gave me nightmares too. I would wrap up in my blanket like a cocoon with just my nose peeking out so I could breathe. She always said I didn't listen too. Good write my friend. God Bless, JB
Mcconnell Avatar
April 5, 2021 at 11:42 AM
Thanks Judy, Glad you enjoyed it and indeed the 'whacko' show was an English headmaster who loved whacking the boys with the cane for anything at all and no matter the fear I felt I always watched it, quite weird really hope you had nice Easter weekend, blessings always,Gordon
Laurie Avatar
April 4, 2021 at 11:25 PM
Hello Gordon ... like you, I grew up in a small village and nothing seemed a problem; it was such a different way of life back then. Your poem brought back those fond memories - thank you Gordon - Lindsay
Mcconnell Avatar
April 5, 2021 at 1:00 AM
Thanks Lindsay, Glad you enjoyed this one and pleased this brought back to your happy memories. Blessings, Gordon
Pettit Avatar
April 4, 2021 at 5:02 PM
I see you grew up in a bucolic setting. Nice write, Gordon.
Mcconnell Avatar
April 5, 2021 at 12:59 AM
Thanks Robert, Glad you liked it and hope you're had a nice Easter, Gordon
De Beaulieu Avatar
April 4, 2021 at 3:21 PM
Hello Gordon McConnell, a very lovely memory of your childhood. happy Easter. Enjoy your evening my frir=end.
De Beaulieu Avatar
April 6, 2021 at 10:13 AM
Hello Gordon, thank you i did have a good Easter. Enjoy your day my frend.
Mcconnell Avatar
April 5, 2021 at 12:58 AM
Thanks Darlene, Glad you enjoyed this piece and hope you had a lovely Easter too. Blessings, Gordon
Cunningham Avatar
April 4, 2021 at 2:30 PM
Lovely memories of growing up Gordon, hope you've had a lovely Easter day. Tom
Mcconnell Avatar
April 5, 2021 at 12:57 AM
Thanks Tom, Glad you enjoyed it and it was very cold yesterday but the sun's shining this morning. Blessings, Gordon
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