A Montage Of Childhood Poem by DM W

I remember vast playing fields;
Gardens and bonfires filled with weeds.
I recall freshly painted fences;
Garages and bright red post boxes.
I remember patchwork greenhouses;
Abundant with ripe tomatoes.
I recall dusty old schools, libraries
And ice cream vans playing nursery rhymes,
As they passed through our fair avenue.
I recall spectral springs of me and you.
I remember so many things:
Church bells on a Sunday morning;
A little tent and a rusted swing;
A tree house and a table with wings;
Fairy tales, and the snow flakes of dreams,
That always blurred what was with what seemed.