Games We Played Poem by Mervyn Graham

In Scotland's streets, where children roamed,
In games of youth, our hearts were honed.
Chap door run, the thrill did rise,
As laughter danced 'neath northern skies.

Hopscotch drawn on cobbled ground,
With pebbles tossed, in patterns found.
Each leap a step, a bound of glee,
In childhood's world, wild and free.

Kick the can, a raucous race,
Through narrow lanes, we'd find our place.
With shouts and cheers, we'd kick and flee,
In twilight's hush, by the old oak tree.

Tig or Tag, a merry chase,
Through fields and woods, at breakneck pace.
With breathless joy, we'd dart and weave,
In the golden light of endless eve.

Street footie, where dreams took flight,
Beneath the stars, under moon's soft light.
With makeshift goals and shouts of glee,
We played for glory, wild and free.

Dodgeball's rush, the thrill of flight,
As rubber orbs filled the fading light.
We'd duck and weave, with skill and grace,
In childhood's realm, an endless chase.

Hide and seek, in twilight's glow,
Amongst the shadows, we'd come and go.
With beating hearts, we'd find our nook,
In the secret corners of our youthful book.

Oh, the games we played in Scotland's land,
In innocence, where memories stand.
Though years have passed, and paths have turned,
In our hearts, those games still burn.