A walk down that dusty road

Those dusty roads I did tread
there numerous words I'd said
The gate our merry-go-round
we so didn't know what stops we'd found
as vroom went our bus, stop to stop
laughter aplenty at spinning the top!

that old leather couch in the library was bliss
while I think of something here amiss.
Winding and winding were the paths we took
footsteps so quiet that not a leaf shook
On the cycle, the wind blew my hair;
late though we were, it just wasn't fair!

Dodged the ball we did, threw a slab of tile
Some ran, some others arranged the pile
Hoots there were, there were hi-five's
we were the bees, we made the hives!
Into the sand pit and through the tunnel
showed off with pride, our muddy flannel
A graze on the knee never so easily gotten
Even before happening was it forgotten!

Streets in darkness at eight each night,
only to be lit again by kids so bright
There were no hideouts anymore;
yet peek-a-boo almost a chore.
And when it did pour
boats everywhere, from paper we tore
the sweet smell of Earth, left behind was our lunch
sit by the window and special treats did we munch.

Those dusty roads I did tread
there numerous words I'd said
Oh sweet childhood I see you
Wonder I do why I grew!