This prose poem is called ‘Halfway Down Our Street’. The start of each sentence starts with a letter from the title to spell out the name of the poem.
Home was in the middle of our street,
An equal distance to the shops or park.
Life for eight year old me began on
Friday night after school when I couldn’t wait to
Wake up with a fistful of pocket money
And run til I reached the comic store.
Darkness seemed far away as
Once afternoon came I’d play in the park
With my friends at soccer or tennis or a
New crazy creation that passed for fun back then.
Out and about, exploring by the stream
Until we heard our parents call us to
Return home for our dinner.
Saturday night was alright: chips and the A-Team.
Then I’d ask politely to go outside and play again
Right up until the moon popped up
Ending another day of uninterrupted fun.
Eight o’clock was bedtime as I shuffled up the stairs
To read comic books and dream of tomorrow.