Concrete armed wooden bench,
Lovers names scored on,
A fenced-in playground de rigueur,
In the days when I was young.
Rusting paint-flecked steel frame,
One swing jerking wild,
Another twisted tightly round,
When I was still a child.
Climb above grey paving slabs,
No health and safety then.
Bloody knees and broken bones,
For the under tens.
Foot lost on the rainway lines,
Drowned in lonely water,
Don't talk to strangers, Charlie says,
They'll steal your son or daughter.
Crisp packets fade beneath the hedge,
Forgotten rubber balls decay,
Uncounted treasures lost and gone,
Since childhood was this way.