A Summer of Adolescence (Remove filter)
A Summer of Adolescence
As children we came up here
pretending to be soldiers with our
green plastic helmets and long sticks.
We built a camp beneath the trees,
dug down into a hovel and covered it
with corrugated iron that had been
dumped in a skip.
We lived here that whole summer.
Holed up, waiting for an invisible enemy
or other kids on bikes.
Near the end o...
Tuesday 21st August 2012 10:12 am
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