The Bog Lane Poem by Douglas McClarty

The Bog Lane



The bog lane was not far from our homes
A place my pals and me to explore and roam
We fought battles with giants neither orange or green
We crossed bridges over the bog burn stream

We netted the sprickleys that swam in the burn
We made camp fires for tattles we found in the fields
A feast for the adventurers when we tired that day
We would eat the blackened spuds as we lay in the hay.

The plantation that lay beyond the bog burn
Was a place to explore from the huts that we made
From sticks and the branches that lay all around
We just huddle inside and sit on damp ground?

Those sunny days when we were all free
So much adventure for my friends and me
We searched for berries, picked them by hand
For our mums to make some homemade jam.

Home to the griddle and the smell of soda bread
Recalling our adventures and then off to bed.
Drift off to warm summer night dreams
Swimming and fishing in that Bog Burn stream.

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