Poetry that thinks out loud
JUMP THE GATE
Remembering times as a child.
No hot summers but very mild.
We used play footy at the park.
Be there for hours until it got dark.
The park warden wouldn't wait.
Was always a case of jumping the gate.
There was no other way of getting out.
When we'd finished no one was about.
As we got older we'd still go play.
After work hours we'd find a way.
Winter afternoons are more like night.
We'd use a generator to power a light.
Now generators make an annoying sound.
I'm surprised the police never came around.
We would be there until well gone eight.
Playing footy at the park then jump the gate.
No hot summers but very mild.
We used play footy at the park.
Be there for hours until it got dark.
The park warden wouldn't wait.
Was always a case of jumping the gate.
There was no other way of getting out.
When we'd finished no one was about.
As we got older we'd still go play.
After work hours we'd find a way.
Winter afternoons are more like night.
We'd use a generator to power a light.
Now generators make an annoying sound.
I'm surprised the police never came around.
We would be there until well gone eight.
Playing footy at the park then jump the gate.
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