Today’spoem

When people speak of the past And refer to the good old days It seems the memories that last Are shrouded in misty haze. Those long-ago holidays On English camping sites Always set in sun-filled days And balmy gnat-free nights. Sports days are remembered As times when cups were won Bowing as the mums applaud No three legs came undone. The fondest recollections are of Bygone Christmas mornings, All the toys that Santa brought Lacked any safety warnings. I wish I had a pair — I hear they are rose-tinted — Of the specs these people wear. If I sold them I’d be minted. Ann Coward-Sale, St Albans, Herts.