Boyhood Dream

A Memory of Wallsend.

Catching Bumble Bees in coffee jars,
and Sticklebacks in bowls.
Kicking the tops off Moth balls,
catching newts and water vowels.
Chasing after Butterflies,
magnifying slugs.
Gazing up at starry skies,
collecting Lady Bugs.
Plodging in the clearest stream,
Wellies squelching in the mud.
I'd love to be that boy once more,
if i only could.
We seemed to have so little then,
but things aren't always how they seem.
I was the richest boy in town back then,
I truly lived the boyhood dream.

James Bridgewood.

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