A CHILDHOOD MEMORY written by James Stirrat:

A CHILDHOOD MEMORY.

I took a walk down well street. I grew up there as a child,
And I thought of all the friends I had, how we used to run round wild,
The first thing that I noticed was, there’s no kids there any more,
No hide and seek or kick the can, like there used to be before

Our football pitch has disappeared, and the judo huts not there,
Our swing park up at douglas street, has no swings there anywhere,
And where’s  my boston café gone, I’d spend many a happy hour,
With my sixpence worth of ice cram, I would happily devour

And yankee mags has also gone where my comics I would buy,
I’d read the tales of superman, and pretend that I could fly,
The ABC minors on Saturday, at the regal cinema hall,
Has decided to play at bingo now, there’s no picture show at all

When I took my walk down well street, the thought occurred to me,
Do kids just sit at home these days, just watching the TV,
But when I’d saw the things that’s gone, since I was a child at play,
It’s maybe not surprising that, the kids have gone away

                                                            
JAMES STIRRAT