Friday, April 29, 2011


Woven crowns of clover
The smell of grass and flowers
Rolling down the hills
I've spent my youthful hours
playing in the fields
Where dandelions grow
Where that time has gone
No one can really know

Forcefully walking windward
Just to prove I can
Friends all holding hands
Laughter and our happy cries
Heard from blocks away
Wishing to get back
That joyfulness today

Jingly, tinkling ice cream truck
Queuing up in line
Biggest decision I could make
What flavor would be mine
Almost tangible childhood
Slipping far away
Remembering you is the greatest joy
That I could have today


Karen Walker said...

Lovely ode to childhood. I could hear the jingle of the ice cream truck. And yes, those innocent days when our biggest decisions were that simple.

Hart Johnson said...

Oh, this was beautiful, Marjorie. A very good argument for never growing up, I think.

welcome to my world of poetry said...

A good tribute to your childhood, it sounds idyllic. Pleasure to read as always.

Cruella Collett said...

I read this with a smile, though a slightly bitter-sweet one. How I wish I could be a child again, if just for a day, so I'd remember how it wasn't all ice cream and grassy hills... (Then again, I wouldn't want to remember that. As you said, what a joy it is to reminiscence!)

Siv Maria said...

Oh so wonderful! I feel so good reading your wonderful words that paint such beautiful memories. I think of Daffodils, color crayons and musical chairs :)

Name: Luana Krause said...

Lovely picture of childhood. I remember swinging in a tire and playing Barbies.

Leovi said...

That beautiful poem, you mentioned the youth in which many people can recognize us by memories, a little nostalgic. What a beautiful and magic is the youth full of energy.

Ella said...

Lovely poem; thanks for the remembrance of wonderful times~ It was a magical time; Thank you!

Crystal Pistol said...

Enjoyed this one. I do wish I were tiny again. Nice job.

Joanne said...

Oh to hold on to a slice of those childhood wonders is a gift indeed!

Empty Nest Insider said...

Very lovely poem filled with crystal clear visions of a time slipped away. Julie