My Childhood

I saw a child on a play yard swing And my soul soared with fervent joy. As precious memories came flooding back To when I was just a boy. When on a sweltering summer day My shirt and shoes were often first to go. Since nothing had a better feel Than the cool grass between my toes. The swing, the slide, the monkey bars Where sweet Helen stole a kiss. When at the time... seemed most unkind But now has earned a storied bliss. The many games of British Bulldog We played to the edge of a summer light. Till our Mother called a second time... We were forced to bid our friends good night. Blow pops, pop rocks and bottle rockets Were the well earned cause of tooth decay. While any nutrition laced with vitamins Were still lost to future days. My bumps and scrapes of minor wounds Were left to heal on their own. While the deeds that caused such battle scars Were merrily born with sated groans. But my mind can barely fathom How such treasured times have gone. But such is how the march of time Keeps our memories safe where they belong. I wish I had the bearing To have made those moments last. But sadly such is not the case So they happily languish in my past. The End