July

A lone street,
a grass field
designs of cray
leaving in the spray
the rain drops
July has gone

Former youthful ideas
now distant memories
All we were those days
Children at play

A wooden slide
it had seen the years
chirping house martins
and a craving for
some icecream, mama
July and school was
A future
far, far ahead

Former youthful games
now time seems tame
All we were those days
Children at play

The sun beat the roof
Mama, it was hot outside
the rubber pool and
the green watering can
the neightbouring kids
asked me to join the play
A lone street;
July