When I was a child I wrote as a child
Roses are red violets are blue  Be good
to me and I’ll be good to you   You may
laugh when I recite this rhyme   but back
in the day when snow would fall thickly in
December    and Christmas
                               would bring books and
tangerines and a tartan necktie   I
wore my heart on my sleeve   O where are the
snows of yesteryear ?  What news of Wendy
and Susan and Elizabeth too ?   Our
Patsy -who works in construction-  says home
is where you lay your hard hat and steel-capped
boots    It has to be built day by day   brick
by brick   set firm
                      with the right mix of love

John Lyons

Edited version of earlier post