There used to be and old oak tree
I'd swing from every day.
I think of it as being big
But I was smaller then.
And when I swung, I also sang
While at me feet, you'd lay.
You were my muse and audience;
I wish you were again.
You're gone and I have grown since then,
But I still think of you.
I often wish I could relive
Those days I'd sing - you'd mew.
A contest entry
- " Memories" by wingsofgold25.
500 points, ended May 29, 2008, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Nostalgia is right! This poem is great, it actually reminded me of my childhood. It makes me wish I could go back. I love the imagery in this, it is simple and unique. Nice write!
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intresting
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What an elightening comment.
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Ah the old oak Tree where we awinged so many hours away. I could just feel the breeze as i read this.
A nice trip down memory lane.
Thank you for your entry and good luck in the contest. -
bravo...
Delightful, wistful, happy-sad and lovely! Rememberance of a beloved cat. I liked it a ton! bravo... bravo... bravo...
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How sweet! I didn't click on this piece on purpose; I simply chose at random to return the favour, but I have been longing to return to those days of care-free childhood lately, and you captured that well. I also love my kitties, so I could relate to that part too. No critique for this piece; it was simplty too cute! Thx for your deep and intellectual comments on my work.
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This was wonderful and the end was so unexpected as you were talking about a cat!
Beautifully written, an enjoyable read.
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Outstanding
This is full of nostalgia and memories of childhood. I wasn't expecting the muse to be a cat but I liked the ending and the overall effect of the poem. This was enjoyable to read. Thank you for posting
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Very Touching
Well done!
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