When we were young and summers were warm,
When ice creams dripped all along our arms,
We had brush handles for horses, used our fingers like guns,
As we raced through Mum’s sheets to the sound of the drums.
Come in for your tea, but Mum we’re not done,
We’ve to rescue young Johnny from the gunslinger’s son,
One last desperate charge to save the day,
Through the hedges next door, we entered the fray,
Bang bang, watch out, you’re dead, you missed,
The cavalry arrived to finish the contest.
We made it home just in time for tea,
Scuffed shoes and scraped knees, we hoped Dad wouldn’t see,
Ah those were the days, now they seem so far flung,
Wasn’t life such fun when we were young.
Harry Brooks (2018)
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