When I was Ten

Gabrielle Cavanagh's poem reflects on what life is like for a 10-year-old. (David Ballew /Unsplash)

I thought I’d like to tell you ’bout

Long ago when I was ten.

The world has changed so very much

From what it was back then.

We’d never seen a ball-point pen

We dipped ours in ink.

We washed our plates in an old tin dish

We didn’t have a sink.

No one had heard of television,

Just a gramophone to play our songs.

We ran about with feet all bare

They had not yet made thongs.

We didn’t have a motor car,

On horses we would ride.

There weren’t any theme parks

And no swimming pools.

And there were not any buses

To take kids to their schools.

We couldn’t buy a chocolate,

The War was on, you see,

They sent them to the soldiers

Who fought to keep us free.

Micro-waves and dishwashers,

Washing machines and mobile phone

They had not been invented

So these we did not own.

We’d never heard of walkmans,

Game Boys or computers with drive hard

But we spent many happy hours

With a simple pack of cards.

We didn’t have electric lights,

Just lamps with kerosene.

And so we went to bed at night

With books… or just our dreams.

Oh! I could write a book for you

About the many changes

That have come into this world of ours

Since I lived in the Bunya Ranges.

– Gabrielle Cavanagh, Kingaroy Writers Association

Author’s note: I wrote this poem in 2005 for my granddaughter, Kayla’s, tenth birthday.