celebrating and creating our own LGBTQ+ history in honour of Sheila McWattie

day eleven

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

 

Comments on: "day eleven" (3)

  1. Awwww Meg, such a beautiful capturing of the freedom and excitement of childhood. Thank you, Fxxx

  2. Jenny King said:

    This captures an exhilarating moment in time from childhood. – Exhilarating!

  3. 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’.

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