Long summer days of endless play,

without restriction, to explore

where dragons roamed for us to slay,

imaginary trolls and more

 

With wagon trains of pioneers

we forged new trails across the plains;

adventures daily filled with fears,

where hostile tribes and evil reigned.

 

We sailed the seas with buccaneers,

the Jolly Roger at our mast,

when cutlasses fought pistoleers,

but memories are all that last.

 

The mortal wounds that struck us down

at least a dozen times a day,

with swords, or overboard to drown,

only to leap back to the fray.

 

The games were so much simpler then,

no shades of grey, just black and white,

those holidays when I was ten

and slept so soundly every night.