Fresh cut grass
Long summer days
Endless bike rides
Getting lost...finding our way
Games of Mr Fox
Rounders until late
Steep hill thrills
On worn-out roller skates
Clear starry skies
No disruptive ambient light
Lazing on bales of hay
Deep into the night
Camping in the garden
Pretending to be lost
One eye on the spiders
The other dozing off
Scenic train journeys
Blustery sandy bays
The mewing of the seagulls call
Sweltering sunny haze
Egg Mayo sandwiches
Housed in old biscuit tins
Lashings of sticky sun cream
Impatiently waiting for it to dry in
Vinegar fuelled fish n chips
Accompanying many a journey home
Wrapped up in old newspapers
Telling stories of yesterday's gone
Heated Tennis matches
Delicious barbecues
Dancing like we owned it
Climbing trees to keep amused
The memories are aplenty
Too many to share their story
My precious timeless treasures
I will forever bask in their glory
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