they're building houses
in daisy chains hollow
and treehouse woods
where bobby split his knee
it's all gone now
gone are the level crossing
and that row of tired old
steam locos we played on
gruff old bugger
chased us off
and jean fell in the river
they've got fish in there now
four chews a penny
shops long gone
no more jublys to share
or the chippy man's van
on friday nights
they landscaped the slag heaps
used to hear the buckets
we watched as they'd tip out
and that winter of 62/63
we had fibreglass bums
sliding down Armett's hill
swear we did sixty
year of the foot and mouth
and searchlights
in the night sky
world war three was starting
but it didn't
and we were machine gun hero's
well our throats were anyway
bubble gum and tizer
smoking ten gold leaf
on the railway embankment
flattening nails
under loco wheels
dreaming dreams
and wanting to be
all growd up
there's still plenty of dreaming
some things never change
but it seems like
so many have
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A fantastic journey down memory land with names I remember so well
- - - Tizer and Gold Leaf which I never did try but knew those who did and they survived well. - - still smiling at those "fibreglas bums" sliding down hills - like my brother they got a smacked one when they got home.......... such thrilling days and now gone forever. Thanks so much D.A.for your excellent verse on those unforgettable times.
If I could find words adequate enough to thank you for these memories, I would use them.. until then, you will have to settle for a well intentioned second best.............. this is without doubt a great write......... Neville
I am a brethren from those times though not the place, except for college years 67/68.
I often reminisce about my introverted childhood and in retrospect I hold very pleasant memories.
So in that spirit, I thank you for your poem.
What a wonderful write, the resilience of our life as kids 'back in the day' was astounding, home made bows and arrows catapults, sword fights, nobody seriously hurt just the odd tumble and bloodied knees, that was the norm.
Wonderful times of being outside with your friends.
I still have my grandfathers clock, bought the year I was born and inside there used to be a old penny that had been flattened by the last tram that went through Rochester in Kent, my niece still has that flattened coin
Great share my friend, felt so open and wonderful ending.
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