Running Wild

She had been one of my mothers best friends.

Her daughter was in my class at school

and one of my best friends.

But I was rarely allowed to call on her

to play out.

She lived in a street opposite ‘the cliffs’,

which when I’ve been there since,

weren’t cliffs at all,

just a steep area

overgrown

with bushes 

and small tees

with an overgrown field above.

It was great fun scrambling around there.

“Dangerous”, my mother said,

“and those children

are allowed

to run wild”!

But it was great fun while it lasted!

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