Tadpoling


Tadpoling at Sefton Park,
took us to leafy lanes,
where the rich lived,
in fabulous houses,
their fabulous lives.
We'd bring jars with string
and little nets
from ' Woollies'
then spend the day
wandering through
rhododendron paths
and willow trees,
until we found
the smiling 'Peter Pan',
And there we'd eat
our sandwiches
with pond water hands.
As evening fell we'd
catch the bus back
to our little terraces,
teeming with people.
Like tadpoles in a pond.

By Kath Dodd