An open space, pitted with ditches, <br />Jagged places, filled with debris. <br />We were warned not to play there <br />But what child could resist it? <br /> <br />There we built palaces <br />From which princesses were rescued; <br />Plains where cowboys fought indians. <br />Among the ruins we played hide and seek, <br />Cops and robbers, kick the can, <br />And other childhood games. <br /> <br />In summer we climbed mountains, <br />Explored new continents, <br />Hacked our way through jungles. <br />In winter we sledged on icy slopes, <br />Had vicious snowball battles. <br />And when it rained we made paper boats <br />That sailed a brief moment, <br />Then sank in muddy puddles.<br /><br />Margery Rehman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flashes-of-childhood-3-the-bombsite/
