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Book 5 Page 11
My child hood years
I’ll tell you a tale
of my childhood years,
of chivalry and bravery
of when I had no fears.
It seemed that I
had something to prove,
swinging from tree tops
and climbing on roofs.
I would go a journeying
where only fools would dare tread,
walking around it seems
with rocks in my head.
Down the storm drains
in the pouring rain.
Down the alleys
and up the lanes.
Over the fences
and down the valleys,
Way out in the scrub,
(searchin' for lizards) in the dry bush mallee.
For nothing was too dangerous,
nothing seemed forbidden.
But do you think I would jump off that thing now!?
you’ve got to be kidding!
But these were the days
of a childhood dream.
Like someone else now
it so very much seems.
Of the days when the word “danger”
was not in the mind.
These were the younger foolish days
of mine.
© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au dominicj7@poetry.net.au l29/6/ 99