There was a time
There was a time
When all was
Jumping
Giggling
Screaming at
And avoiding
The cracks in the pavement
Never thinking of
Looking back
There was a time
That all that mattered
Before mortgages and bills
Aches and pills
Was
Running
Through trees
Across fields of grass
Three foot high
Over gates
Jumping streams
Never asking where
Who or why
Going full pelt
Down the beach
Chuckling
Splashing
Crashing into waves
Falling
Floating
Until we were
At last tired and exhausted
With sand in our shoes
In our Hair
And those hard to get at spaces
Behind our ears
Or even harder to reach crevices
In unmentionable places
Dried
Baked
And fried
In an eternal summer
It would take a dozen baths
To wash it all away
There was time when
Dreams were made
Of make believe
Custard creams
And snot
But these were times
When you and I
Knew each other not
Now there are times
When in our hearts
And in our minds
We can still do all of the above
But this time together
Right now
At a more sedate pace
After all there’s plenty of time
It’s not a race
We have got our feet
Firmly on the ground
But the last one to reach the water
Buys the first round!
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Thu 16th Apr 2015 15:18
I enjoyed this too, Martin, especially the last line. Great conclusion.
Hopefully, illness is past tense. Perhaps I will see you next Tuesday in Sale. Thanks for a comment on 'The Glaswegian'. The line you mentioned started the whole poem.