We used to build a Trolley,from wood and old-pram-wheels. We used to cast a fishing-line,and wait for spinning reels. We used to catch some tadpoles,and keep them in a jar. We used to jot-down number-plates,of every passing car. We used to walk through woods and fields,and maybe feed a Horse. We used to be Apaches,and run through moorland gorse. We used to end up scratched and cut,but that was par-for-course. We used to be a Cowboy,and wear a Sheriff's badge. We used to visit relatives,for food that we might cadge. We used to go for picnics.and-eat a lovely spread. We used to clean Dad's motor-car,that,or go to bed! We used to go up,to-the-Bridge,and watch for puffs of steam. We used to bike for miles and miles,and throw-stones-in-a stream. We used to climb up Apple trees,and pinch a little fruit. We used to wander Farmers' fields,and watch the 'keepers shoot. We used to rifle birds-nests,and take some eggs for blowing. We used to build big snowballs,in the winter aft