Childhood Poem by Phil Soar

Remembering when I was young
The things I did, the days were long
The nights were longer, dark and scary
Ghosts and witches, all things hairy
Giant Spiders building webs
Spooky things under the bed
Everything to scare a child
Something gentle, followed something wild
Dreams that made you wet the bed
Strange encounters often led
To images the mind embraced
Awful things you could not face
The bogey man, the devil's horns
The PJ's that your parents wore
All helped inflict that haunting tone
At night, around your only home
The days are filled with learning things
With butterflies and things that sting
Bees and wasps and worms and gnats
Silly people in silly hats
Postman who don't like the dog
Christmas-time with a chocolate log
Easter eggs, school terms and Lent
All that cash your parent's spent
All built your life and helped you grow
Things you learnt, now all you know
Life has many twists and turns
But you don't forget the things you've learned