an Uncle's Uncle, or was it
his dad? Gave it to me one
summer's morn;
said he had had it since
he was born.
Oh how I rode it, far and wide;
O'Er hills and dales, rambling
countryside; Fell off a few times
when all's said and done, hurt
more than pride, my poor
battered bum.
Met my first fella, upon my
bike, he had some fancy kind
of kite; Purple and green with
a Dragon on it, tails flying freely
with bows upon it.
I cycled madly with him in tow,
he grabbed the dragon and off
we did go.
Over the tussocks and under the bridge
up the great meadow and over the
ridge.
There we shared sarnie's,
tinned ham or roast Beef, balm cakes,
sliced cheddar and a mug of cold tea.
Blackberry gatherings, we frequently went;
Picking and gathering until we were spent.
The long journey homeward, was carefully done,
all owing to tiredness and my poor aching bum.......
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