Childhood
Galloping across the sheep nibbled turf,
dodging sharp yellow gorse.
No danger because no acknowledgement.
Charge up the hill and stop.
The horse rears
and I bellow at the top of my voice
Hi ho Silver,
then away down the other side.
Careful of the lambs,
jump the stream.
and stop.
What shall we do now then,
I ask my sister.
She answers, Let’s go to the shop.
Because riding the moor,
Isn’t quite right
without crisps and a bottle of pop.
Meg
Dolfach
Wales
FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found 
Comments on: "day eleven" (3)
Awwww Meg, such a beautiful capturing of the freedom and excitement of childhood. Thank you, Fxxx
This captures an exhilarating moment in time from childhood. – Exhilarating!
awww made me smile. kids playing and world creating. funny how we do not remember to play anywhere near often enough once we are ‘grown up’.