Hide and seek behind the creek, Balls and sticks till the fingers bleed; Garden fruit and valley of flower, Dirt and dust when cloud thundered shower.
Summery heat and wintry chill, The brazen clashes and all those thrill; Paper boat war and mud sling shots, Girls are cool and all chums hot.
Clammy hands and filthy feet; We hung on and we all eat, Nocturnal movies and many plan sheets; With every new enthusiasm, heart double beats.
Now I sit here and rock the chair, And look at myself and back at time; Even now those memories make me shine, A verse committed to those days – divine.
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