A Blast In The Past

As children we'd play, On a hot Summer day, Loving life as we did back then, We'd stay out for hours, And pick pretty flowers, Set up home in a makeshift den. Back then life was good, We'd run through the wood, Where we'd play hide and seek in the trees, Then home for a bath, Oh what a great laugh! Sporting a pair of black knees! No laptop to own, And no mobile phone, Enjoyment was easy and free, Up like a lark, We'd head to the park, A place where we loved to be. Those were the days! In so many ways, We then knew the meaning of fun, A blast in the past, Good things never last, Those days that we played in the sun. Jayne Louise Davies