Ice Cream Van.

That ice cream van
Ringing bells
Of a distant childhood.
Weaving our spells
As there we stood.
In the queue of innocence.
Waiting for our cones.
Trading only smiles
And just a few pence.
Clones,
Rebels without a cause
Throwing stones
And knocking doors.
Only to run
With the sun.
To safer shores
Of reverie.
Drivers of trains.
Drifters of plains.
Dreams
So cleverly,
We would all fulfil.
Schemes
With a cavalier thrill.
Mint choc. cowboys
Shooting up the town.
Everytime
That ice cream van
Came around.
Now
Bells ringing.
Clinging,
To days
Of mischief and mirth.
What's a raspberry lollipop worth
As a memory
To an old man.
And our laughter.
Around that
Ice cream van.
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1 Response Sep 5, 2012

wonderful memories come to mind reading this!