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My hero

Two small boys played on the waste ground

It was midsummer and the grass was in its golden glory

Dry and straw like they werd

Catching grasshoppers in the long grass

The older boy, a confident red hairded bespectacled lad

Gave advice to the younger one, 'keep your hands cupped, you'll catch one then'

The hot  the underlying concrete

The Bombies was a a patch of grass and the remains of buildings still uncleared after the second world war.

'Lets get home now' the red head suggested as they wandered still laughing back to his house not 50 metres away  down the hill.

Summer holidays spent together on the Bombies or playing cricket

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Jun 10, 2020
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