Childhood
There was cheers and bees
And apple tree
A river of swans
Where the dawn
Rose in the honey valley’s shadow
We walked and ran
Shot guns of wood
And kissed a girl
And swam in a pool
There
Were dogs with mange
And cats with claws
And a mongrel who followed
Us along trails of dreams
And screams
And springtime treats
With tayto crisps
Mixed with yellow snacks
She was wild
In the head and she smiled
And held my heart
I should have held her hand
And the fish whooshed by and
The gooseberries would cut the stomach out of you
And when it rained the sun was shortly behind
The cowboys killed the Indians
And the soldiers won the war
Before dinner and
The Vikings beat the rest
Before tea
And we smiled
And we laughed
And the music was disco
And trad
And our jeans were ripped
And jumpers were from Dublin
In a black plastic back sent by
An aunt with older boys
With longer limbs and stronger accents
Who were all sophisticated
And the beach was once a year
And she was from cork
And tanned and sweet
And we played ball
And swam and build castles
And the parents drank
Guinness and brandy
And the bar was filled with smoke
And we sat and listened
Of stories with a hint of truth
And he carried us home on his shoulders across
The sands
And school had mad Brothers with metre sticks
For the hidings and teachers in need of prison
And laughter and we took the bruises
And ran and played and forgot the rest