Played and played merrily,
In thunder, lightning, or rain, cheerfully,
Those were gladsome days, with so much glee,
Slipped, fell a hundred times badly,
But nothing dissuaded me from going further,
Not even the calls from my mother.
I always did the drawing on the ground,
Always being so very jocund,
Dry or muddy with no worry,
Waiting for my turn excitedly
Trying to be on safe zone cautiously,
Or home base, doing the starting trip
Then the reverse trip,
Trying not to step the lines, carefully,
Yes, trying to save myself from penalty.
I would toss my marker again with accuracy,
And much more guardedly,
Aiming to gain as many ‘houses’ as I could, avidly,
Hopped and hopped, like a monkey,
I ended up scoring many ‘houses’ usually,
Legs being strong and eyesight superb, fortunately!
My heart singing with joy, with a heigh and ho
I would return home, muddy from top to toe
But never deterred, on the next day, to go!