WHEN WE WERE OLYMPIANS KIND OF


Olympians we all was once were

Has children we gathered together

With trikes , pushcarts , pedal cars

Bicycles some had 'em scooters to

Rest could only bring their legs

We'd all gather at the block of prefabs

Those days few had cars on our estate

No T V , so name to claim to be

A handful maybe did

So the streets were pretty much safe

When were all gathered , the ''race '' began

No whistle blew no race flag to signal the start

Just shrieks of happy kids , children doing their own thing

No one came first and no one came last

Oh fore the happy Olympics one more

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith



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Written on 2012-08-04 at 17:38

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countryfog
Brings back memories of my own very young childhood. The neighborhood was the whole world, and all and everyone we needed were there. Played baseball with a taped-up ball and one bat for all of us, or made up our own games. In the summer I was gone from morning to evening and no one needed to know exactly where I was or what I was doing because those four or five blocks were the safest place possible . . . almost every neighborhood was if it was yours.
Perhaps it is still like that, somewhere, but I doubt it.
2012-08-04