In buildings tall with concrete wall, <br />I came to be. <br />Twelve families a tenement did <br />share with me. <br />Backyard of concrete too did see my play. <br />Two rooms for shelter eight of us did stay. <br /> <br />The stairs we leapt and slithered down for fun. <br />The railings climbed, <br />the smaller buildings too. <br />The lamp posts used for swinging with a rope. <br />The enemy were often tied there too. <br /> <br />Cakes from mud with broken china paid. <br />A piece of chalk and peever beds were laid. <br />Balls bouncing ‘gainst the wall swayed too and fro, <br />Count one to ten...the others flee.. search high and low. <br /> <br />The canal and lock was there <br />for our fun. <br />A pin and string then fishing <br />was begun. <br />The seasoning planks became <br />a source of play <br />and we could walk on water <br />any day. <br /> <br />The war-torn buildings were there <br />tall and thin. <br />We played amid the ruins <br />stark and grim. <br />No doors or windows there to <br />bar our way. <br />The walls had gaping holes <br />and we climbed in.<br /><br />Mary Mc Creath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childhood-memories-childhood-play/
