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Same as it Never was....

From then on it was never the same,
the tress were red and gold now there black as night.
The sky is turning and turning with white snow caps in the late winter.
I sit in my room and hope to see your face,
But my child like manner is grounded form the world,
being a little girl in heart is forbidden, and is slap out of you at an even younger age.

For then on it was never the same...... 

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the pain of growing up and saying goodbye to childhood.

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  • lowercase prelude gold member
    April 21, 2008
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    very good piece. this is an interesting topic to pen about. very good job at it though.


  • Keith
    April 19, 2008

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    Short, but to the point, and well written.
    Funnily enough, the original poem is about the death of childhood also.
    It is by a Scottish poet called George Bruce:
    http://www.nls.uk/writestuff/bruce.html

    It's called THE RED SKY

    Till that moment the church spire
    At the top of our street was encased
    In that blue sky. Occasionally white
    Puffclouds drove straight to heaven.
    At the foot of our street
    The Central Public School, granite
    Also encased in blue.
    We lived between with the
    Worms, forkies, shell-fish, crabs-
    All things that crept from stones,
    And with the daisies for company.

    Each was alive and very worthy,
    Just right, till I met
    The curly boy with square shoulders
    Who knocked me down
    Pushing his fist into my teeth.
    Then a crack ran through the red sky.
    From then on it was never the same.


  • EmmaLuLu
    April 18, 2008
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    great poem!!