The Attic

The attic holds such fascination I climb the ladder in trepidation. The attic is a time machine Most things hidden and unseen. I lift the hatch and take a peek The old rocking chair begins to creak. Dust coats the old wooden chest The lid embossed with a crest. All the games of yesteryear In the corner uncles spear. Boxes piled high with books and photos Most containing all my heroes. Snakes and ladders, ludo, lots of games They belong to my brother James. Oh look! my old train set On the shelf fathers cornet. A place where I come and dream Oh! just hit my head on the beam. Underneath the old guitar Just found my 007 car. I think I'm getting rather mellow I may return again tomorrow. I descend the ladder and close the hatch Now I'll go and watch the match.