The Attic holds such fascination

I climb the ladder in trepidation

The attic is a time machine

Most things hidden and unseen

I lift the hatch and take a peak

The old rocking chair begins to creak

Dust coats the old wooden chest

The lid embossed with a crest

All the games of yesteryear

In the corner uncles spear

Boxes piled with books and photos

Most containing all my heros

Snakes and ladders, ludo, lots of games

They belonged to my brother James

Oh! look my old train set

On the ledge fathers old cornet

A place where I can come and dream

Oh!  just  hit my head on the beam

Underneath the old guitar

Just found my 007 car

I think I'll go I'm getting mellow

Maybe I'll return tomorrow

I descend the ladder and close the hatch

Just for now I'll watch the match.