Remembering the Good Old Days

Just remembering the 50's and the good old days, When "I'm Bored" wasn't part of our vocabulary. We had hopscotch, skip rope, hide 'n seek, and tag, Life was full of adventure, dreams and mystery. Food was scarce, money earned collecting bottles throughout the countryside. Many of us hadn't even a bike nor a toboggan on which to slide. We romanced the rain showers during April, And frolicked in snow drifts at winter time. Imaginations were awakened and we befriended, Our river, meadows and woods with trees to climb. Back then it was safe to walk alone to a friend's home, Or explore along The St. Lawrence River's shore. Back then neighbours were like family- close kin Who'd no need to ever lock their door. Simplicity was the poor man's secret, Practising love, patience, humility and joy Ever noticed the man who is led by God's Hand, Never loses the essence of a much admired boy? Reflections by Joan May Donnelly Ellis March 17 2015