Memories

As a boy i would wander
through fields and in water,
go fishing, make swings
was happy with things:

Would roam with the dog
slip on Algae green log,
smell rain on the grass
polish Grans brass:

Climb dykes, collect conkers
leap Cargills, I was bonkers,
make carties with prams
watch Salmon jump Dams:

I summer pick berries
six weeks in black wellies,
up dreels of soft fruit
to give your mum loot:

In autumn lift Tatties
no chance of being fatties,
with your back bent all day
just want home i would prey:

These days have sped by
where's time gone I sigh!
From Rattray to Blair
a town i recognise nae mare: