Us Little Urchins

Us Little Urchins A square of hair trussed neatly back Tightly as uniformed Venetian Ponies We girls trotted home in a gorgeous bright Orange sky We laughed and leap frogged Over the line of three bent Over Bodies Being fourth and leaping to the fore Giggling and wobbling all over the shop (floor) Barefoot in the park Out prior to the lark Ill-fitting hand me downs We were each others painted clown We seeped within the curled clipped wire fence Took no care, twas no offence to tear our aged cloth Nor scratch our olive knees past the stinging nettles which forever had us tip toeing carefully But still clung to us As we clung on to each other Our washed brown hair forever shiny from The sweat which dripped as we took a sip From the rusty water fountain We had mountains and trees to climb Barefoot but all was fine As one always cupped her hands upon her knees As. One giggled climbing trees Laughing and sweating for the forbidden fruit Scrumping fruit from posh peoples gardens Leaping the wall As burnt Orange urchins headed home with their fruit greengages and apples stored in a tied up shirt laughing at a world full of us four urchin fools