"Remember the days," the old woman said
As she tucked all the sleepy children in bed
"When the rooster was the alarm as the first colors bled
When the sun fought the night and the darkness had fled?"
"Remember the days," the old woman said
"When the puppy chased the kitten under the bed
Then promptly continued on up ahead
And the laughter of you children was so widely spread?
When a plentiful meal was more than just bread
With cheeses and butters and we were all fed?"
"I remember" one of the children said
Dragging the pillow beneath his head
The old woman smiled softly, "Goodnight, little Fred."
Author notes
x.x Wow it's been a long time since I've written anything _> had a few more lines I wanted to add. But hey 
I like it.
Written May 2nd, 2006
A contest entry
- A Baker's Dozen... by Samplette.
300 points, ended May 2, 2006, 1 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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That was very good...
I would have liked to hear the rest.
Anulka -
NIcely done. Thank you for entering the contest and following the rules.
Sam
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I liked that a lot actually, a strong narrative style in such a few short lines. One thing: check your spelling of "fled"-- looks like a simple typo.
good job and good luck!
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Awwww, cute. Your so going to win, mine stunk like a sock monkey in comparison.
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