I didn’t used to think it true

That summer days were sweeter then,

That Jacksdale skies were blue as blue,

But I think, I’ll think again!

So special were the days of June

And right up to September,

We played all day and onto night

Til sun’s last dying ember.

The biggest treat of all you know

Was simple as can be,

The grassy railway bank did grow

Dry hay, like glazed Autumnal leaves.

Upon its gradient, slick and shiny slope

With polished cardboard skid in hand,

We flashed, high speed and full of hope

And evening gave the lucky ones ability to stand!

That’s really it you see,  it is the truth,

Simplistic pleasures filled our souls,

It was the blending essence of our youth

That forged our minds and made us whole.

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