I remember when my only ride
was Grandma's Buick
and walking
was more comfortable
and I'd take off my sandals
they restricted my feet
their only desire to roam freely
the soundtrack of those lazy days
when the water was just right
even approaching midnight
the soundtrack was the soft
meandering footsteps
of a child, a preteen
an early adolescent
and now
the summer before adulthood
the purr of my engine disrupts the sanctity
of what once was disturbed only
by the pitter patter
of dirty feet
A contest entry
- Poems Please by Violet Moodswing.
875 points, ended June 29, 2008, 54 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Very picturesque. It captures a memory that a reader can be part of rather than just looking on. Nicely done. Thanks for your entry.
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this was truly beautiful
it took me back to when i was young and barefoot and every now and then when i take off my shoes, i dare to go to the places i once been.
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good. i love how you show the difference between times with: the purr of my engine disrupts the sanctity
of what once was disturbed only
by the pitter patter
of dirty feet -
excellent imagery... Miss the dirty feet days.
Well done here
Delila
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