Childhood Days
When I was a
kid, we lived in the countryside,
Near a school
and field, with a bicycle to ride,
And various trees
and bushes and flowers where
Trees with fruits
like cherries and mangosteens were there;
And nearby down
a slope flowed a gentle stream,
(Surely every
young boy's adventurous dream),
Where tiny
things and fighting fishes we could find,
Among weeds and
moss and stones they were hidden behind;
We played
cowboys and indians with made-up names,
Many hide and
seek and fighting, wrestling games,
We had runs and
climbs and swings and jumps and falls,
Over fences and
hedges and roofs and walls;
Before we slept,
watched falling stars and soft moonlight,
(Nature's awesome
shows have always been my delight),
All these joys
and times of course have long since gone,
Only memories
of my childhood days linger on.