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  • Writer's pictureMark Bird

Rolling In Time

A simple poem about the joy of #childhood and how children have that innate talent to live in the the day, the hour, the minute, the second.

This poem is dedicated to all my childhood friends from #Uttoxeter who, if I said three simple syllables to: "The Old Rec," would relate in a way that nobody else in the whole wide world would undertsand.

p.s. I sincerely hope roly-poling is still a thing in 2021 and forever more.

Rolling In Time

Rolling In Time

Roly-poling back through space

Pick a second, pick a place

Trophy bruises, kingdoms lost

Kid-stones gathering no moss

Spinning, bouncing, sideways roll

Stain your clothes and stain your soul

Giggle tick and whooping tock

Always chiming Now O' Clock

Melting moment vaporised

Vanishing before your eyes

Hundreds more line up to start

March to life inside your heart

Hours drag, a week's a year

Your address is, 'Happy Here.'

In the detail, in the blink

Rolling first before you think

Rolling hills you loved to climb

Roly-poling back in time

©2009 Mark Bird

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