Poetic Verses
Some Memories
Now and and them I will sit and take time to reminisce
As I take a look at the ways in which things have progress
Then in as a sort of reason, set up a form of comparison
Between my times as a child and what is happening to today's children.
in those days one had to conform to the house rules
When punished, there was no such talk of abuse
And not matter how much or how long one was complaining
Chose has to be done, there was no way of avoiding.
There were those moments, of running in the fields, climbing those trees
Picking and eating a variety of fruit, as one please
Then there was such a memory, that i would always retain
Was that of sitting on the brown spread, enjoying the sugar-cane.
Then there was a thing that was such a boyhood delight
Was sitting down making and later flying a kite
And no matter the number of times, fell of the bike
Those scars will often bring smile, in the memory's light.
As boys we often would gather up pieces of wood
Also as many tin cans, as we somehow could
These we would use to make, many of our playing toys
Such as tractors, trucks these brought us great joys.
Among those moment, that I will most certainly not forget
Is that day when i made a century in that boyhood cricket
Playing the game in such rough, and uncertain conditions
But a century is one to remember, no matter the ground.
Progress a promise which involve all forms of development
Some that involve some form of an encroachment
As arable land is sometimes cut up in specific allotments
Resulting in the children being somehow in a form of confinement.
Even that era of the backyard garden has gone by the way
As one can pass and such manicured lawns today
Who could remember in the past, the thing was to destroy grass
Now people used water and spend money to make them grow fast.
Now the system and the change have child en confined to the house
Not being able to enjoy nature, even if their curiosity got arouse
Even now having to be careful of the lawn, not to trample
Because those pesticides, and other growth formula may be harmful.
So there is now the electronic games and all sort of Television
These will keep them immobilize and in a certain position
Then as they sit all day, and eat those processed snacks
Before too long they are obese, and this is a real fact.
So now as i sit back and relax and watch my grandchildren
They always come over to visit me, and they do it quite often
Those moments they bring back all those boyhood memories
As i watch them run among my flowers, and my fruit trees.
As I take a look at the ways in which things have progress
Then in as a sort of reason, set up a form of comparison
Between my times as a child and what is happening to today's children.
in those days one had to conform to the house rules
When punished, there was no such talk of abuse
And not matter how much or how long one was complaining
Chose has to be done, there was no way of avoiding.
There were those moments, of running in the fields, climbing those trees
Picking and eating a variety of fruit, as one please
Then there was such a memory, that i would always retain
Was that of sitting on the brown spread, enjoying the sugar-cane.
Then there was a thing that was such a boyhood delight
Was sitting down making and later flying a kite
And no matter the number of times, fell of the bike
Those scars will often bring smile, in the memory's light.
As boys we often would gather up pieces of wood
Also as many tin cans, as we somehow could
These we would use to make, many of our playing toys
Such as tractors, trucks these brought us great joys.
Among those moment, that I will most certainly not forget
Is that day when i made a century in that boyhood cricket
Playing the game in such rough, and uncertain conditions
But a century is one to remember, no matter the ground.
Progress a promise which involve all forms of development
Some that involve some form of an encroachment
As arable land is sometimes cut up in specific allotments
Resulting in the children being somehow in a form of confinement.
Even that era of the backyard garden has gone by the way
As one can pass and such manicured lawns today
Who could remember in the past, the thing was to destroy grass
Now people used water and spend money to make them grow fast.
Now the system and the change have child en confined to the house
Not being able to enjoy nature, even if their curiosity got arouse
Even now having to be careful of the lawn, not to trample
Because those pesticides, and other growth formula may be harmful.
So there is now the electronic games and all sort of Television
These will keep them immobilize and in a certain position
Then as they sit all day, and eat those processed snacks
Before too long they are obese, and this is a real fact.
So now as i sit back and relax and watch my grandchildren
They always come over to visit me, and they do it quite often
Those moments they bring back all those boyhood memories
As i watch them run among my flowers, and my fruit trees.