“My childhood poem for a grade 6”

In childhood’s garden, days were bright,  
With laughter tumbling into night.  
A bicycle, my chariot true,  
Sped down the hill in morning dew.  

Hopscotch chalk on broken street,  
The joyful rhythm of skipping feet.  
Swings that reached up to the sky,  
Where I’d pretend that I could fly.  

An old oak tree, a secret base,  
Sunlight painting my freckled face.  
A clubhouse built from sheets and chairs,  
Guarded close from grown-ups’ stares.  

Ice cream melting, summer’s song,  
Hide-and-seek where shadows belong.  
Spelling tests and stories told,  
Friendships forged in playgrounds old.  

Though now my shoes have outgrown sand,  
And new adventures lie at hand,  
Inside I keep those days so dear—  
My childhood’s world, forever near.

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