Near the home of my youth is a climbing hill.
I saw children there today, they play there still.
We climbed up and rolled down laughing as children will,
Until darkness too soon began to fall.
And our parents begin to call,
That dinner was ready, and we knew not to stall.
Then after dinner, a bath and bed.
With memories of the days excitement in our heads.
And dreaming of more sure to be had in days ahead.