The lost days of my childhood
Stir up many memories from the past,
Many times we played together in the wildwood
For those memories, so long ago were cast.
Although my child hood days cannot return
They are only, really lost to me in part,
For to live again most folks would yearn,
But those memories are locked up in my heart.
Turning back the clock in a life replay
I see again a little boy, school bag on his back,
Heading off to school each day,
Down a rough two mile dusty track.
To diligently learn my ABC,
To read and write and do my sums,
To yell and play and enjoy each day
And to return home safe to Mum’s.
And as we a little older grew,
We would sometimes ride the horse,
Our enthusiasm was boosted up anew,
For it beat shank’s pony of course.
We soon learned to make our own fun,
I can never once remember being bored,
We’d both play marbles in the sun,
Our love of life each day restored.
At weekends rabbiting was a favourite mission,
Usually with the dogs, ferrets and the nets,
Hunting always took the number one position,
And those happy days I'm sure we'll not forget.
Then when we reached our teen-age years
And started out on life’s romance,
We knew our childhood days were in arrears,
When we went into town and happily learnt to dance.
Leaving school at thirteen, is something I confess,
To start out on a hard working path in life,
With five children now, I certainly do feel blessed
To have shared it with a loving caring wife.