The Poetry of Brian Langley
As we get older, our
thought go back to the times of our youth.
I wonder about today's kids - what will they reminisce about? -
But you'll need to buy my booklet "Driving in the Outback" to find out
Now and then I have a yen,
To ride my bike ‘agen’
And once more feel the wind rush past my ears.
Just to do the things I did,
When I was still a kid;
Some things that I remember through the years.
There were times I’d climb a tree,
It’s top from where I’d see
The distant sparkle of the ocean waves.
And I used to be the type
Who’d crawl inside a pipe,
Pretending I was out exploring caves.
For my breakfast I would cram
My mouth with strawb’ry jam
And cream and melted butter on my toast.
And on some days I would swim
In the creek with Pete and Jim,
Then lay there in the sun until we’d roast.
And we’d play out by the shed,
Being soldiers, layin’ dead;
Then count to fifty, then be back alive.
We’d make forts from fallen logs,
Tie cans on tails of dogs.
I sometimes wonder how we did survive.
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© Brian Langley May 3 2008