As children we came up here

pretending to be soldiers with our

green plastic helmets and long sticks.

We built a camp beneath the trees,

dug down into a hovel and covered it

with corrugated iron that had been

dumped in a skip.

We lived here that whole summer.

Holed up, waiting for an invisible enemy

or other kids on bikes.

Near the end o...

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