When I look at the world today However did we go out to play? Nobody knew of the word pollution Was it a bug, a nit, what's the solution? Did you play fairies and witches Flapping your wings and dreaming of riches? A cowboy hat, a horse, a gun and a pest A threat to shoot right there on your chest. How much fresh air can a small body take Collecting twigs, sticks and leaves for a den to make. Playing out all day, lungs full of clean air Forgetting lunch or dinner, but did we care? We had freedom to run, fall, climb great big trees Soaking wet socks, mud over our knees. Who cared about a cut or a bruise They were trophies to share, like a new pair of shoes. It was only the rain that stopped our play Even worse if it continued into the next day. We had books to read, games in a box Spread in front of the fire, warm in long socks. Our fire was banked real high at the back Dad throwing a log brought in from the stack. We watched patterns and faces in those dancing flames Warmed by the fire, tired from the games. Pop bottles of water toasting the beds It's heaven on earth for those sleepy heads. Tomorrow, we know the sun will shine Mum will be pleased there'll be no more whines Of "Is it still raining, can we play out?" Raring to go, run jump and shout. Fun and laughter, children full of glee Nothing expensive, everything free.
Hi Mary, thanks so much for sharing this beautiful poem that brings us back to days of yesterday childhood where things were much simpler, more meaningful, and it's been a pleasure to read your words and memories!
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