Soft, clear, cold November sun
lit my Sussex Downs today
bestowing a cool, greenish glow on
the handsome, shingled, Rhennish Helm
of St Mary's.
And took me back to delicious, happy
mornings with my babies
in the little nursery bedroom
overlooking the fields
towards St Mary's.
Those fields ran down to
the church and we, giggled, toddled and
ran too, picking sloes, horse visiting,
collecting warm hay bed hens' eggs
behind St Mary's.
Back inside for stories, cuddles and colours,
boiled fresh eggs and soldiers
snug by November fire glow,
a happy little home, close and protected
by St Mary's.
Author notes
I would go back tomorrow if only I could! I know, horribly sentimental - but happy.
Written November 9th, 2005
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sussex downs..is so good to be sounding unreal...i guess it has historical value as well..this was a damn nice poem...loved raeding it quite a lot. Thanks for sharing it. I would invite you too read my poetry including the latest ones. -
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my life is just so very complicated at the moment. If it wasn't we would be having some fun conversations.. promise. Just that my world is very very complicated just now. Love is the most complicated thing we all do. xx Appreciate your comments and your patience xx best love, Debs
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She can only get the word 'complicated' into a comment reply THREE times. Sad sad sad and it's complicated!!! xxxx but you, sgking123, well ..... my name is Debby... What's yours?? xxxxx gentle night to you x
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Beautifully written very contemporary prose
you really wrote this so lovely to enjoy!
boiled fresh eggs and soldiers snug by November fire glow,
whole poem luscious in poetic beauty!
way to write!
ears/Seattle sis
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Thanks Bookdragon! They are just as wonderful now - but bigger than me! x chills
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I'd like to go back to these lovely times with my babies. But they are good value now too, albeit in the terrible teens! x debs
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There's nothing wrong with nostalgia. Sometimes I'd like to be young again. But then you'd have to get older again! maybe a second shot at childhood wouldn't work. Never mind. I'm off for a boiled egg and soldiers.
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Wow! I grew up in Sussex too!
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Thanks, Vic, you are so kind. This is my day dream today.
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Gorgeous babies they were (still are...!). Off to read 'I can't listen to Dylan' and 'Obituary'. You are one good woman, bookdragon. x chilli
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thanks sweetie! those bubbas were the best 3 days' work I ever did!
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YOu do write some good stuff. I like the structure and the repetition of the last line. It all flows with impeccable rhythm. You keep using up my daily applause ration, you rat.
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It's true that you can't go back. But it's the remembering that keeps us alive and well.
Nicely done.
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It was very happy. I loved the imagery, and flow. You convayed the nostalgia for your children's early childhood beautifully. It is both a mattter of pride and sadness when start to grow up, needing you less and less, isn't it? I know it was for me as my younger brother and sister grew and started their lives indepenently from me. (If you have not yet read the comment's after my poem "I Can't Listen to Dylan" or read the poem "Obituary" they explain why my siblings were in my care.)
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