The pool of my past

Fun-filled and furious, 

the days of my past

Hot summer sun, 

Dreaming how it would last.

Six weeks of wildness,

Untamed and unchecked

Shedding scratchy jumpers,

Ripping ties from our necks.

The lido was home 

And the lawn was our kingdom

No thoughts for our future

And the things yet to still come.

Splashing, shouting, bombing the pool.

Watching the TV, singing

“Shootin’ some b-ball outside of school”

But summer turned to autumn,

Leaves into frost

And new thoughts came

About how much it all cost.

And suddenly we are

children no longer

Made to be tougher, braver,

Stronger.

And where you were once

king of the garden

houses are built

and the floor is all hardened.

And life progresses

Through the power of will

But those secret happy thoughts

I remember them still.