Another Time
Another time, another world
when little boys were little …
when they found pleasure in playing
with wonderful things ‘in season’:
Throwing shiny red cricket balls
at pretend wickets every day
Kicking footballs into our parked cars
then giggling, ran away
Riding bicycles through the streets
bopping and hopping (oh please be safe!).
But now such play is ‘off season’
The balls are all but forgotten
Lying under leaves rotten
Yet old tyres still wait
for another play date …
… and hopefully a new season.
© Gale Weithers
My fun submission for the WordPress Photo Challenge: Off Season
“This week, we challenge you to show us what off-season means to you. It could be the shuttered ice-cream stand in the Southern Hemisphere where winter is drawing near. If you live in the Northern Hemisphere it might your snowmobile peeking out from beneath its tarp, or your Christmas decorations arranged neatly in the attic. Feel free to interpret this theme loosely — consider objects at rest and unmoved, places that are stagnant or abandoned.”
Click here to see how other bloggers interpreted the ‘off season’ challenge and to check out my second submission 🙂
Gale Weithers 
This is such beautiful words, I am touched and out of speech!
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Thank you!
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As a boy, there is always time to play, always time for a little mischief. It’s all part of being a boy, a growing boy. Cricket would have been a fun game to play was a kid – I only watched it.
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My son played cricket every chance he got when he was younger. He’s 17 now and you can see where all of the balls ended up. Thanks for stopping by; hope to see you again soon 🙂
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So very TruE! ……….i wish i were a kid again 🙂 😎
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Me too! Life was so much simpler and uncomplicated!
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