Filed under: childhood, eating, memories, nature | Tags: ball, childhood, daisies, games, lawn, repunzel, sherbert, young
Twister twister
Lucky dip
Sherbert dust
And Tizer pop
Daisies strewn
Across the lawn
Chains made from
Lime-bright stems
Held in grubby
Young hands
Laid around the
Circle band
Before the lawn
Mower man comes
And hoovers up
The carpet, how
Absurd,
A barricade is
Made. In outrage at
Adult atrocity
It guards the
Survivors chanting
‘Save the daisies’,
Still alive, yellow faces pleading.
Another day and
Daisies gone, balls
Fligh high through
Leaves to greet
Plastic bags stranded
like Repunzel with
Short hair bleached
White in the sun.
Games come like old
Yarns, never learnt
Never forgot, Hop Scotch
Starboard, What time is it
Misterrr..
Too lat to be up
Remembering this-
Ball games like cricket
But not, rounders with
Socks for bases,
Blankets fo birthdays
‘Givim the Bumps’
Smash goes the racket,
Crack goes a window
Clean through the net,
Old enough to read
‘NO BALL GAMES’
Young enough to know better.
