As I wander along the path beside My River
My thoughts go back through the life I have led.
Those times as a boy, running free with my mates
Over the fields, playing, laughing, happy.
There we were the three of us,
Stu, Chris and I, inseparable .
The three musketeers, fighting all the baddies
With swords made of twigs.
Bows tied with string to become Robin Hood,
Cowboys and Indians, knights of old,
Our imagination held no bounds.
As we grew into teenagers
We started to go our separate ways,
No longer children but becoming young men.
Those times now consigned to memories
Of a time without anything to worry me.
A time so very long ago.