Memories

Fresh cut grass mornings
birds singing in the trees
Mum sweeping the front garden
Dew glistening on the leaves

The hum of lawnmowers
and planes coming into land
people passing by
with a generous waving hand

Front door wide open
inviting the cool breeze
Canopy's swaying 
as it swims through the trees

The sound of us laughing 
echoed in the park
Houses made from grass
furniture from bark

Water fights with plastic bottles
and tennis with orange chairs
rollerblading down the hills
and playing  in the squares

We layed under the trees
swapping secrets and tales
Nintendo on standby 
for when all else fails

Neighbours perching on the walls
swapping tales of their own
Mothers preparing evening meals
Fathers returning home

These are the memories 
that I love most
planning school holidays
and trips to the coast

Sunny summer mornings 
Sand and lapping waves
That was my childhood
those were the days

Susan Buckley