@Bithan 16 September 2020 edited

Our rocks

The rocks we used to sit on , they seem like they have shrunk . Remember, in the winter , we’d build snowmen deside them and then sledge down the hill . And the trees on the border of the ‘ no ball games ’ field , they are still just a slanted . When it was dry , we’d take tums at running up the trunks and nesting on the branches . We’d still play football in spite of the signs , and kick ball into gardens, and get told off time after time after time again . Those rocks are yours. Those rocks are mine. Those rocks are ours. We are brothers.