Thrown up in the air
The spinning jennie falls
Descending like a helicopter crazed in flight

If you have a nail and string
I have the conkers
Let's see who this time will win the fight

Forked branch of tree
With big rubber band
Catapult acorns and beat the gang

Blades of grass held
Between thumbs and hands
Sound like the oboe
Though perhaps not so grand

Thanks sycamore, chestnut, oak tree and grass
Thanks crystal clear streams
We dammed as you passed

Thanks for the freedom to wander and play
In an age when 'tuppence' would go a long way.

11/19/2001

Posted on 11/19/2001
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