when I was young
the sun always shone
in the summer
the sky was a paint-by-numbers colour
blue thick and solid
always there
the grass was the green
of a dragon’s back
long and populated with insects
birds sung
from morning to night
the air was fragranced with roses
days lasted for ever
sleeping with sand between my toes
dried salt on my skin
we collected winkles for supper
running back up the hill
shells clanking in the bucket
shelling peas on the back step
popping them open
with our thumbs
I know in my heart
it rained sometimes
but it never mattered then
Jun 30, 2011
Jun 30, 2011 at 10:35 AM UTC
when I was young
the sun always shone
in the summer
the sky was a paint-by-numbers colour
blue thick and solid
always there
the grass was the green
of a dragon’s back
long and populated with insects
birds sung
from morning to night
the air was fragranced with roses
days lasted for ever
sleeping with sand between my toes
dried salt on my skin
we collected winkles for supper
running back up the hill
shells clanking in the bucket
shelling peas on the back step
popping them open
with our thumbs
I know in my heart
it rained sometimes
but it never mattered then
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