With the grandma
knitted jumper
skipping, jumping
the proverbial thumper
Arms to the ground
stretched and pulled
the streets
were
where we ruled
Knitted Jumper
Tag: Jumpers
Frolic
The days where long trousers didn’t exist
hand knitted jumpers, time to burn
can we recall
that which we yearned
The weeks where school was our home
Sun to play, rain to frolic
memories
heartfelt
possibly melancholic
Tatty Jumpers
Bruised knees, rushing home for dinner.
The days that were, when minutes could feel like hours, hours could feel like minutes.
Tatty jumpers, worn shoes, a light heart.
Jumpers for Goalposts
As a child of the 70s and 80s, the choice of pastimes was somewhat limited. No computers or other gadgets to keep us entertained.
Staying at home, a bore. Being outside whatever the weather was our choice. Outside meant cycling and football, mainly football if I’m honest.
We played everyday, jackets and jumpers for goal posts, a tennis ball when no-one had a footie ball.
Football was our life, those were simpler days.