Memory Lane (Poem)


Sinéad Leyden, Contributor.

The familiar chant would sing

‘Mauno’s Frog Road’ as once we did see

the landmarks we loved,

so desperately.

Year on year, on we did march

upon Cratloe Woods – Kieran-

Captain in Command,

with bucketsful of tadpoles

we would save from stagnant ponds…

The treehouse, risky go-karts,

the swings, even to prickly cacti –

my fondest childhood memories

do ring.


How time shifts.

Do you recognise me?

Those piercing blue eyes, I’ll never forget

-soul searching-

shaping my heart for eternity.




‘As it brings a tear to the eye’

but instead say


because this life

is just for a little while.


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