When I Was A Boy By D T Baker
When I was a boy
I fished the canal
With a stick, some cotton
And a worm.
I'd sit on the canal bank
In the warmth of the sun
And I'd watch as that worm did squirm
Back then the canal
Was filled with life
So full of wild creatures
It could be cut with a knife
Frogs, toads and sticklebats,
To name just a few,
while overhead
Mayflies and dragonflies flew
The water was clear
You could see to the mud
That bubbled with life
Like a giant soapsud
But now that I'm grown
The canal's just a pit
Filled with old shopping trollies
And all kind of s**t
The life is all gone
You can't even find a snail
If you do find a frog
It's very sick and pale
Now when I walk the canal
I get a tear in my eye.
And the little boy inside me
He starts to cry.
