we used to run amok
about the woods
screaming “Watch out, Gerrys!”
no time for woodland creatures
bluebells, bracken or berries
building our dens
from the things that we found
pinecone grenades
hurled down from the mound
all charging out with pointed sticks
bloodcurdling war crys of DIE!
but......
as mother always used to say
“it’s all fun and games
till someone loses an eye!”
Memories of playing war games as a small boy in Ecclesall Woods, Sheffield.
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