I remember a time when life was alive

with magical mysteries and mirth in our eyes;

when clouds were fluffy and brilliant white

with planes soaring high and then out of sight.


Innocence of mind and a happier soul as we

played out with mates, we would fight and cajole,

running around with abandon, so free,

not a care in the world, just cries of glee.


Hide ‘n’ seek and footy as well, then

playing on rope swings down in the dell.

Flying a kite that you just made from sticks,

a bag and a tail, watch it dance and do tricks.


Crawling through grass trying not to be seen,

with toy gun in hand and knees now so green,

attacking the fort, built with cupboard and box,

with a rat-a-tat-tat and mud on your socks.


Building a den in the back yard with friends,

damp wood and carpet with worn tatty ends,

an old piece of plastic was a window outside,

to watch for the enemy, “Be quiet and hide!”


Climbing way up to the top of tall trees

and holding on tight as it swayed in the breeze,

then falling back down with a thud and a shout

and a hole in your coat, with stuffing hanging out.


Playing on the swings, roundabout and slide,

screaming and shouting with eyes open wide,

abandoning all to the whim of the day,

“Where shall we go and what shall we play?”


“What time it mister? I’m late, gotta run!”

“My tea will be cold; get a clout on the bum!”

Running through puddles, down streets and dirt paths,

right up to the door we’re still having a laugh.


Quick tea and telly and then off to bed,

except on Sundays; “Get a bath, wash your head!”

A peaceful sleep, then a stretch; wide awake,

the sun is shining, think I’ll go out and play.

Hold onto each moment of fun in your heart,

your childhood memories, though now far apart.

Remember those times in your darkest hours,

the sights, the sounds and the beautiful flowers.


The child that resides in the heart of my soul

is a child born in freedom; in love and behold,

a child of adventure, of joy and love,

we live here together like hand in glove.


Never relinquish the innocence inside,

just open your heart and open it wide!


On dark, dreary days when your life is a trial,

just remember that child who can still make you…




Written by Darren Scanlon, September 2013.

Revised on 10th August 2015.

Artwork by: Angie Caira

©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.



16 Comments Add yours

  1. Carrie Ann says:

    🙂 Oh to be a kid again!! Made me think of simpler times and all my wonderful childhood memories!!

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  2. Another read through has left me feeling whimsical and childlike. Another smile here, Darren! Nice entry for Time Blog Battle! 🙂

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    1. Thanks Rachael, to know that it makes you smile is as a warm summer day in the beating of my heart 😊

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  3. beatonm5 says:

    I heart this piece

    ^_^ that’s a smiley from my inner child

    forever young

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    1. Aww, thankyou. Keep smiling 😊

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  4. This is so lovely Darren. Brings back all those childhood memories buried deep somewhere that we need to rekindle to keep our feet firmly on the ground!

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    1. Thanks Marje. I totally agree with you. I love trips down memory lane.

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  5. Delightfully smile provoking!

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    1. Thank you Alexis 😊

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  6. cindy knoke says:

    As delightful as childhood memories!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks Cindy😊


  7. This poem made me SMILE! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks Rachael 😊

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      1. No, thank you. You captured that sweet simplicity of childhood and a bit of that longing to return. 🙂

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