This brought back memories of my childhood and the imagination we used as children to be someone or something other than ourselves. How we could be happy with the things we had at hand and not something that was bought forus.
you have writen a timeless piece here... Well, I hope it is timeless, I wonder whether todays children play with the same imagination as we did. In an age of computers, I fear that a lot of their creativity is made up by programmers on the screen in front of them.
In each verse you describe familiar memories from my/our childhood, so timeless for me at least, oh how I wish I could return to those endless summers spent in far off mystical lands, adventuring though jungles, fighting Zulus and crocodiles and all this before mum called us in for tea!!
I miss those innocent days. Thank you for sharing this dedication with all of us.