The Lost Sixties
The smell of freshly cut lawns
A bright blue sky on Summer morns
Our neighbour playing his saxophone
As the sun fades my mother calling me home
Riding my bike as fast an I can
My father whistling as cuts timber on the saw band
Endless backyard cricket games
Only stopped by sundown flames
After a day running outside around
Falling to sleep in front of the TV bound
Waking to sunlight through my window brightly
Feeling safe and loved in my family .
© Paul Warren Poetry
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