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They were the days!
My Spinney by Shirley Ann Bunyan
    Childhood Contest Winner 

In those days we were coppers and robbers,
cowboys and Indians in makeshift teepees,
feral, ferocious gangsters and mobsters,
stalking, spying, vying for victory.
Alien monsters, war-torn soldiers,
lethal enemies in every bush and tree.
Catapult braces, bicycle racing
home with hunger and dirty faces.

I often reminisce such childish bliss,
the ghosts of which I never left behind.
Sacred secrets sworn in childhood trysts,
historic bytes, like priceless jewels come to mind.
A chance to revisit was not to be missed,
so I journeyed way back to my spinney to find
in its place an estate of new houses stood.
Bricks and mortar had devoured the wood.



Writing Prompt
Write a rhyming poem about your childhood. It can be good or bad, happy or sad.
No more than 20 lines.
No free verse.
Childhood
Contest Winner

Author Notes
The Ottava Rima stanza in English consists of eight lines. Each stanza consists of three alternate rhymes and one double rhyme, following the ABABABCC rhyme scheme.

     

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