Those Were the Days
English rural country life
Hear church bells toll, See birds take flight
As I wander down the hedge-lined lane
Thinking of my youth again
Hurrying to do my chores
Then playing conkers with the boy next door
Staying out till fall of night, do I have to come in?
Yes, it’s bath-time, all right?
Until tomorrow, I’ll see you again,
All right, till then, I should go in.
Those were the days, when we’d run and hide,
We’d leave our doors open wide.
No one thought to rob you then,
There was nothing much to steal,
Unlike in this present day,
When they’d take whatever they see.
I still look at the old days, through rose tinted glasses,
When the boys were the lads and the girls were the lasses.
If only the circle, could turn back again,
But unlike our successors, we can all but dream!
George L. Ellison is a writer of poetry and short stories. He as published two books called Poetic Reminiscences and Weaving Words. George lives with his wife and dogs in Chester-Le-Street, County Durham in England. He is a member of The Writers and Poetry Alliance. He is currently working on his new project as well as learning to play the saxophone at the Sage Gateshead!