The following is a song I made up years ago and used an old Irish tune
"Murphy's Front Door", I believe.
Oh, the games that we played
in the days we were young
when we romped in the park at the school
We played Crack the Whip
as we ran down the hill
with the one on the end called the fool.
We danced Minuet
when May day came 'round.
We twined up the Maypole just right.
We gaily would sing
as we danced on the green.
What carefree and tender young sprites.
The half moon rock seat
near the crest of the hill
was a coveted, favorite place
where the swings 'cross the way,
as they creaked and they clanged,
brought dreamers and sky face to face.
The songs that we sang;
the games that we played;
in a child's world so long in the past
were the dreams of a child
building memories up
where the joy in the heart holds them fast.
-Joy S. Barefoot
