When I Was a Kid

When I was a kid, I would climb up trees, Was made to wear shorts and always cut my knees. Played in the allotments, making tents from cloth and sticks, Imagining we built a fortress made of bricks. We’d play outside all hours, even till dark, Playing football, cricket or just running in the park. We’d ride around on bikes, on the pavement, along a street Where everybody gathered because then you couldn’t tweet. You would call on all your mates, ask ‘are you playing out?’ Knowing the answer would be ‘yes’, of that there was no doubt, Whatever you were doing, come rain or shine that day, There was always something to do, always time to play. Mum did all the cooking, a master chef no less, She’d bake cakes, make biscuits, ‘course we must clear the mess. On Sunday it was lunch, a roast with all the trimmings, A feast for everyone that cost only a few shillings. If you were rich or poor, it mattered not a jot, Nobody compared what he or she had got. I’d get half a crown to spend, on a Saturday no less, For me that was simply heaven, that I must confess. Along to the sweet shop, where the jars were on display, Such a massive choice that it took your breath away. I’d maybe buy some sherbet, fruit salads or pear drops, Or a lucky bag; If I could I’d have bought the shop! You knew all your neighbours, each and everyone, It was the village community to which you did belong. The happiest times, special memories to treasure, Growing up in the sixties, an extraordinary pleasure. Strand Select 5 any form, any theme Poetry Contest Date: 7th January 2020 Sponsor: Brian Strand