Soldiers we were
spud gun in hand
hunting the enemy
across
someone else’s land
The frill of the chase
was within our grasp
covered in mud
we reluctantly
had to bath
Soldiers
Soldiers we were
spud gun in hand
hunting the enemy
across
someone else’s land
The frill of the chase
was within our grasp
covered in mud
we reluctantly
had to bath
That sounds like so much fun! Happy memories indeed and I’m glad they have been brought back a tad! 😊
Soldiers are very similar to ‘Cowboys and Indians’ – I preferred being an ‘Injun’.(The baddys)
Near my home was a derelict site of an old cotton mill. Perfect wild playground. All that was left was the Concrete ‘Engine’ Beds – natural mountains. We called then ‘Indian beds’ where we would hide and sweep out to attack the cowboys. You have a knack to bring out happy memories.
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i remember them days
You’re welcome! I’m glad you liked 😊
Brought back so many happy memories of my childhood. Thank you
Childhoods are so different now, I spent most of mine outside, now children spend most of the time indoors playing on electronic gadgets 😊
Thank you! 😊
I know Just William was 1920s to 1970s in time span. Just goes to show childhood had constant themes though. Spud guns, pea shooters and catapults hey! Can’t do that outside, running around in the fresh air, with a gaming pad.
Loved the poem esp. the ending.
The boy’s sandals are Clark’s shoes…
Fascinating photo.
I think it is later than that, 70s I think
Thank you! 😊
Is the photo 1950s?
This is great. I love the poem and the photograph ❤️
Thank you! 😊
Your photographs remind me so much of work of Dagmar Hochova, very striking!
Thank you! 😊
Brilliant