We line up. <br />Top of street, <br />Against, <br />bottom of street. <br /> <br />We range in age, <br />From three to twelve, <br />Each has a weapon. <br /> <br />A hatchet made from, <br />A tin can and a stick, <br />A rope, stones and a brick. <br /> <br />One voice yelled charge, <br />And we run, to meet enemy <br />For us this was fun. <br /> <br />We mirrored the war <br />That was fought, by our fathers <br />And uncles, now back. <br /> <br />We had territory to defend <br />And a line that was not <br />To be crossed. <br /> <br />To be hurt was unusual to, <br />This was what we would <br />See adults do. <br /> <br />In our play with our <br />Energy spent, <br />Back to normal <br />Everything went!<br /><br />Mary Mc Creath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childhood-memories-street-battle/
