Chilhood

                                    Childhood

Up tall Oaks we used to climb our trousers torn and hair entwined.

  Up above the ground we’d go and watch the people far below
           
                The summer days we used to know.

  Up to the top we used to climb a different world for us to find.

                      King and Castle of old times,

                      Prince and Lady for us to find.

    Further still we would go like Robin Hood; running from Foe.

  At last the top and we could see no more child left in you or me.