SCHOOL HOLIDAYS IN THE FIFTIES
Little more than urchins
we were discoverers along dusty terrain
scuffing about with dilapidated bikes
atop old dump hills and down
to jar our bones and test our nerve
cross legged playing with fag cards
using provided handkerchiefs to tie marbles
gorging on the remains of old sweets
ready to burst, so keen we were,
with the ghosts of industry our backdrop,
skeletons against a Middlesex sky.
The backs of council estates shunned our intentions
so our raiding party scattered the grass
of recreation grounds with their long limbed green mowers
to the clang of a maypole,
swinging through the air willing to split heads
or at least make them spin,
and our energy went on forever
until we went home
to news of the Coronation.
raypool
Sat 27th Jul 2019 23:06
Hi Jennifer, I'm glad that you enjoyed my trip back in time. Thanks as always!
Thanks indeed Trevor. It's nice that you can enjoy my kind of voice and I take your point as read . Boredom is quite revealing and I too suffer from it. We all seem to flail about trying to find a true point of contact , I'm pleased you seem to be one in my case.
Thanks for the likes Avishek Devon and Rachel.
Ray