Joan Wilson

 

I remember in days of yore when I was four

Sitting on papa’s shoulders

In and out of the warehouse

Bees stinging making me sore.

 

Running to and fro over the ironshore

Taking rides on business trips, always being driven

Sitting on Papa’s knees was my idea of Heaven

That was the safest way of travelling in days of yore.

 

I remember playing – chasing chickens

In Cuz’ Rosa’s garden and laughing like the dickens

And tripping and falling in a deep well

When I hit the water at the bottom I started to yell

A family friend was passing by and heard the racket

And he shouted for someone to get a rope and bucket.

 

I remember playing marbles and the Queen of the Ring was I

Losing a game was never in my mind – don’t ask me why.

 

I remember playing cowboys and Indians with Steve, Elon and Stubby

They kept me as the cook in the kitchen and I was always grubby.

 

I remember cycling with friends I loved so dear

7 of us on 1 bicycle, not a care or a bit of fear.

 

I remember swimming and diving from North and South, East and West

It was always a challenge for me to prove I was the very best!

 

I remember horseback riding with Pearl’s “wild daughter” Sarah Lee

We never knew what a saddle was, it wasn’t used here you see

But we loved the wild life my friend Sarah Lee and I

That’s why we climbed trees and tried to reach the sky.

 

For this was all good clean fun, plenty of exercise and friendly play

Now I’ll close my thoughts and hope you remember what you did yesterday.