Myrtle Street ....... London Poems 1991

Intact in my eye are a five year olds streets

I peeled oranges bored in Sunday School pews

Seldom a shoe on my naked free feet

Never my knees without a blue bruise


To the table cloth mountain ,

overlooking our gang

Up to the clouds- our spirits flew

A carefree flock that rolled with the flood

Of playfulness- smiles and spirited song

Shopping mall mischief and water bomb balloons

A fun that fled away too soon



Yet the memory Is somehow still fresh in my blood

It is recalled as the taste of a favourite sweet-

Or the wide grinning faces a young boy knew

When he idled his summer on Myrtle Street.