In the Summer time,

 

Whilst Hanging Washing on the line,

 

Conversations over the fence with a glass of wine, 

 

Making memories of a lifetime.

 

Children play out the front, staying weary of the scary man who would "pop that ball if it comes on my land",

 

Young love kissing walking hand in hand,

 

40 40 in, bulldog and skateboarding with Sam,

 

Base building in the rain within the woods where we ran. 

 

Some families would holiday in Sharm El Sheik,

 

Our family stayed here on the estate,

 

Because when dad was young he made a mistake,

 

A situation to which we would instinctively gravitate. 

 

I remember the grime,

 

I remember the crime,

 

I remember mum,

 

Having a good time with summer time fun.

 

No social media at that time, just the pictures,

 

A dream of making millions was never on our wish list,

 

Just a small boy a living witness,

 

To the good old days that we all sorely miss.