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A wee poem on this news
Sand pits, snotters, playing in the burn – digging up daisies and climbing trees
In and out of middens, catching wee fish – lumps on our heids and permaskint knees
Wipe it oan yer jumper! there’s a piece and jam – now away and enjoy yersel until it gets dark
Out on the scooter, out on the bike – a wee bit daring going further than the park
Manky but happy, always adventurous – rebels with a cause and the cause was FUN
Swimming in the river, swimming in the sea – not minding the weather much but hoping for sun
Primitive swings, a rope and a tyre – bogies made from scrap wood and a Silver Cross pram
Peashooters, catapults, throwing a stone – immature? yeah but we cared not a damn
Swig oot yer bottle? yuk there’s a floater! – dig in! but gonnae no’ eat up all o’ ma chips?
Noo who’s for a game o’ touch the dog’s arse – and I’ll double dare ye to touch yer lips!
How did we do it? How did we manage? How did we overcome disease or death?
How did we survive with no man with a clipboard – overseeing our every breath?