Childhood Stories
In idyllic innocence
When the sun was constant with it brilliance
Time seemed to stand still
Imagination running riot and with time to kill,
The dusty books that smelt of age,
Became my friends and how I'd engage,
My dreams and notions,
Were fuelled by mystery, fantasy and magic potions,
Characters and creatures leapt from every leaf,
Performing feats beyond belief,
Witches,fairies,treasure islands and gangs of chums,
Staved of boredom and twiddling thumbs,
Now ensconced in middle age
How I wish I could turn back the page,
When life was idyllic in it's innocence,
And
The sun always shone brightly in it's brilliance !
Submitted to : Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic whose theme is Childhood, Dreams, Books, and Role Models
