In fields we'd play,
Through streets we'd run,
On a warm Summer's day,
We'd laze in the Sun,
We'd hop, we'd skip,
We'd seek, we'd hide,
Childhood, what a fairground ride!
In a valley loved,
With friends we knew,
The scent of the Bluebells,
That glistened with dew,
Picked with love,
With Mum's to share,
Loving each moment,
Living life there,
Days that were special,
Times that were good,
A chance to relive?
I certainly would!
Jayne Davies
our greatest yearnings are reliving the childhood. you've penned it beautifully, Jayne.
Wow! you put me into that glorious past Running bare foot a natures child The breeze in my hair, sun on my brow Care free creation gone joyfully wild Wishing you a very happy new year and thank you for this wonderful write. I also invite you to my page too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you both for your kind comments x Glad you like it!