Childhood Like 0 Twitter Owen Tilley Follow Feb. 12, 2017, 3:06 p.m. in Creative Views: 614 Like us on facebook When I was young the train would pass And I’d be told, at once, to stay away. All these years later, I built one of my own – On the billiard table, with my boys, before they’d grown. When I was young, the TV would be on And he’d sit there so that no-one else could see The screen – ‘twas only small, At a time when radio was almost all The entertainment we could get at home – So TV was a novelty, of sorts. Like a child’s first puppy – Another thing for which I’d have to wait ‘til adulthood to enjoy – almost too late. I looked over my fence and saw the Unused railroad, as the flame tree grew Its first red leaves today. The ‘road reminded me – of what I once knew Of a childhood spent so far away In a house with little, willingly, to share. I had no reason but my youth for living there. The flame tree divides the present from the past As I go and open ornaments for home ‘Christmas lights’, one box says – but, lo and behold, Inside I found a village, with a moving railroad. I turned the switch, and all I saw Was my childhood, sitting there before My very eyes. I felt bewilderment, I felt surprise, At what I had made since then – A train on a moving railroad, that all of us enjoyed. I’d built it on the billiard table – growing, with my boys. Published by Owen Tilley Share Mail Messenger Twitter Pinterest Linkedin Comments Related Article Creative HAD A CHALLENGING CHILDHOOD? Creative Scenes Creative HOW OLD DO YOU HAVE TO BE?