A strange sort of galaxy.

We grew up in our own little solar system
I walked along moon st to get to school, we were occasionally out after dark, playing in the streets , I came from a court of mixed families
Some poor and others rich, there were paddocks at the bottom
We played like army men
Hiding in the ditch
We'd throw those balls of dirt so hard, trying to catch the other out
We weren't to far from home to hear our mothers shout, I grew with the old saying
that must be a fisherman's wife, mischief and swear words, I'd heard them all my life
I made a swear jar, but owed it plenty of coins in fact , lucky enough it wasn't limbs or I'd have none left it tact
I remember one summer evening the entire street
Was filled with light
All eyes gazing at the sky
In sight, what truly was it that made us all unite
A UFO, there were four
In unique flight
We had a strange sort of galaxy, right outside our door, the more we spoke of openly, we wanted to explore , my father born on Neptune Avenue he loved to dream to fly, charismatic
and hopeful, such a happy guy, the day he met my mother, was the day he learnt to fly, if you only seen her beauty, you'd totally understand why,
We grew up without expectations , never pushed to be the best
Everything that we encountered, of course we're like the rest
Some years we struggled
But always made it though, we pulled together a stronger bond
Like family are supposed to do,
we learnt to respect our elders, with a firm swift tap on the bum, glad to have been raised by her and not any other mum,
Our place on this planet was peaceful, we always loved the sea
​​​and no one ever told us
we couldn't be what we imagined to be.