Little Trickle

The little trickle, that ran through our street, Was a place we much liked to place our feet, In summer months, filled with such hot days, We paddled through its many water ways. Tiny silver fish would dart around feet, Little hands would grab every frog we’d meet The silted bed was the colour of sand Right up to our ankles in it we’d land Green nettles arising on every side, Gave us such a wonderful place to hide, Hidden from view in a private world, An adventure for every day unfurled. Laughter and water were the sounds we heard These and the sounds of just every bird Those summers down in our green sweet haven All day we’d play until night time raven Adventures and rescues were affected The ridged adult world was fully rejected, With swords and spears we did fight the evil, And with flags and armour so medieval. Crossing the moat to the stone castle wall One of us was always destined to fall Laughter and giggles would surely erupt At the soggy end to our adventure abrupt. In summer months, filled with such hot days, Childish games, and fun in so many ways, I will remember those days, wet and green Hidden from sight, where no adults were seen.