Sat in bulrushes,
watching newts,
catching tadpoles in nets,
hazy sunshine, bathed in innocence
from a time I can’t forget.
We ran and ran and ran,
I don’t know the reasons why
Rolling down steep grassy slopes
that reached up into the sky.
Lay laughing in lush meadows,
girls making daisy chains
Scruffy lads caked in dirt
muddied up from summer rain.
Clothes without symbols,
friends without labels,
classless, without status,
just kids sharing fables.
‘neath street lights at dusk,
tall shadows on pavements
Book us one way tickets back
and I’ll make the arrangements.
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