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
Ring-around-the-rosy
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
10 comments:
Oh, this was beautiful, Marjorie. A very good argument for never growing up, I think.
A good tribute to your childhood, it sounds idyllic. Pleasure to read as always.
Yvonne.
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!)
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 :)
Lovely picture of childhood. I remember swinging in a tire and playing Barbies.
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.
Lovely poem; thanks for the remembrance of wonderful times~ It was a magical time; Thank you!
Enjoyed this one. I do wish I were tiny again. Nice job.
Oh to hold on to a slice of those childhood wonders is a gift indeed!
Very lovely poem filled with crystal clear visions of a time slipped away. Julie
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