Jack Ellison Poet Rhyme

Oh Happy Days

Oh for the days of my long lost youth
Making paper airplanes, watching em glide
Looping like barnstorming pilots of the 30s
Above the tree tops like birds they fly

Our imagination never saw paper airplanes
We saw ourselves as pilots on board
Soaring skyward with not a worry in the world
We could even hear the engines roar

Another favourite pastime was climbing trees
Just like masts on a pirate ship
Looking out on the ocean with a telescope
A musket hanging from our hip

Another fantasy, being a famous hockey star
Heard the cheering of adoring fans
Dreaming at night, scoring the winning goal
No more school, no more final exams

Oh for the old days, hmm perhaps I'll rethink that
It's pretty damn good from where I sit
Each stage in life has it's own special happening
And the happiness never quits

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Debra L Brown November 6, 2021 at 6:25 PM I love talking about the good old days, Sometimes I wish I could go back, maybe see a loved one who has passed on. Thanks Jack, loved the poem, Best Wishes ~ Debbie Jack Ellison November 7, 2021 at 4:52 AM Sweet response dear Debbie!!! Thanks a whole big bunch! XOXOX

Tom Cunningham November 5, 2021 at 11:14 AM Lovely to look back Jack, where did the years go. Tom Jack Ellison November 5, 2021 at 11:55 AM Don't know! But there were more goods than bad! Happy Jack signing off!

L Milton Hankins November 5, 2021 at 9:44 AM It is wonderful to reminisce but I, too, believe every age has its "special happening," and I don't think I would want to go back and relive it all over again, would you? Jack Ellison November 5, 2021 at 11:51 AM Yes the good times and there were a lot! More good than bad!