Sometimes I think of life and joys we spent
Quick to laugh, more often softly silent
Pondering the mystery of starry skies
Wooden swords posed, whatever should arise
Of boyhood days in joyful ignorance
Watching clouds of magical semblance
Chasing the sun from rise till disappearance
Running with boyhood’s unstoppable perseverance
Mud-caked and smiling into darkening night
Our childhood wings soaring in gentle moonlight
Making memories of maidens and mountains
Traipsing through gardens with starry fountains
That promised to keep us perpetual youth
More in hopeful ignorance than truth
Before the toll of countless broken years
Of shattered dreams and newly awakened fears
Before the pain and trials of life and loss
Of distant bridges of time we had yet to cross
Before the course of ageing’s ruthless ploy
We, under care of ancient trees, were boys
Author notes
Written April 2nd, 2005
A contest entry
- A Stroll Down Memory Lane (PW welcome) by thepoetsings.
700 points, ended August 2, 2008, 22 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Your words weave pictures in the brain, vivid and strong, i quite enjoyed the piece, i must say. Best of luck in the contest
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Such a wonderful write .... It captures the essence of childhood perfectly. The innocence of believing in all good... lost with the time as the cynicism of adulthood sets in ... Beautifully expressed... I really loved this one
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Thank you very much! You are too kind!
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What a terrific poem you have penned here. When we were young, the only concerns we had were our immediate desires-life was simple and it took less to keep us happy. As adults, we face a whole new world and become familiar with a wider range of emotions and sometimes it sucks. Seeing you are new to the site welcome! You may be new here, but you are obviously not new to poetry. Hope to read more of your work
vj
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