A thousand things we all can be <br />And most before it's time for tea <br />A million games go through our mind <br />Deeds and thoughts of every kind. <br /> <br />We're Kings and queens who rule the land <br />Whilst making castles out of sand <br />Then sailing on some foreign shore <br />Before we walk outside our door. <br /> <br />Flying high upon a swing <br />We're soaring birds with spread out wings <br />We watch the land go up and down <br />Before we jump onto the ground. <br /> <br />Then scale the walls with sword in hand <br />We fight the foe and claim the land <br />Or steal their ships and sail away <br />It's great to be a child at play. <br /> <br />No time to breathe we're surfing now <br />The waves of grass are surf somehow <br />A plank of wood's the board we sail <br />Be careful of the rusty nail. <br /> <br />We build a bogey from stuff we find <br />We have a cunning plan in mind <br />A wooden crate, wheels and reins <br />Ah, the thrill was worth the aches and pains. <br /> <br />A bedsheet hung on poles we'd bent <br />A marquee, or a tepee/tent <br />Now we're the Sioux, an Injun race <br />We make some mud and paint our face. <br /> <br />A feather stuck into our hair <br />Even us, we sometimes scare <br />We yelp and scream, let arrows fly <br />And pronounce that every Paleface dies. <br /> <br />We gallop back, poor tired souls <br />On horses made from wooden poles <br />Our tepee's now become our den <br />We'll have a rest, it's only Ten!<br /><br />PAUL COLVIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/child-s-play-20/
