Nell loves Poetry and sees a story in every day living. Whether it be an alleyway or something much more magical.
Portland Alley is a small alleyway in the town of Marlow Buckinghamshire. Every time I walk through it I get transported back in time to when I was a small child. We lived next door to the alley and my brother and I played games, laughed and chased each other in the glory of childhood.
We were cowboys and Indians, superheroes and athletes. The magic of imagination swept us up and placed it in our memories forever.
As I was walking back from the park today, I took a short cut through the alley and once again the memories hit me.
And this poem popped straight into my head.
Hi, old friend remember me,
And all the things we did?
From skipping ropes to climbing trees
Playing football, dirty knees
Sucking on lollypops till our faces were red
Seemed like years from morning till bed.
Sunlight flickered soft on walls,
Bricks hot to the touch,
Dirt in our pores.
Crazy days of fights and squabbles
Kicking up dust and falling on cobbles.
Then making up, and laughing,
Friends once more.
Till it was time to go indoors.
A cowboy and Indian covered in dirt,
Hunger pangs and sweaty thirst.
Hear a voice, a mothers plea,
'Oh please hurry up its time for tea.'
Twilight shadows follow footsteps
And darkness peeks from red brick walls
The day is ending, night has fallen
It's just an alleyway once more.
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