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Open the door and please let us out

To run, to play, to jump and to shout.

     Turn off our computers and TVs as well

     And do let us wish our bedrooms farewell!

 

Let us run in the fields and climb up the trees;

Play in the streams, fly kites in the breeze.

     Let’s climb up the hillsides and clamber on rocks –

     Yes, we’ll return dirty with holes in our socks.

 

Let’s be explorers and then off we will roam

To that magical world that’s far from our home.

     Let’s sleep in our tents; let’s build a warm fire.

     Just some fun in the open is all we desire.

 

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'The streets are so busy; it’s not safe any more.'

 We’re told not to wander too far from our door.

      'Be careful of strangers!  Now don’t stray away!'

       Oh!  The world that we long for seems so far away.

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Follow-up:  I thought it was safe for children growing up when I did, in the 1940s, but that was probably because I grew up in a village about 15 miles from Birmingham.  However, if I had grown up in some of the towns or cities of our country it was quite different because there was a war going on.  

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