The wind brushed cheeks of a gentle child;
laughing and playing in a prairie field.
There's many years yet to be young and wild:
the wind brushed cheeks of a gentle child.
Old and tired, the face smooths when smiled
as into the cool winds we gladly yeild;
the wind brushed cheeks of a gentle child
laughing and playing in a prairie field.
Author notes
Seems I am thinking of my childhood more these days.
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Lovely piece flavored with sweet reminisce.
I so enjoyed the picture your words made. I can see the child playing in the tall prairie grasses, waving in the wind....
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You always write the most pleasant Triolets, in rhythm and theme.
My favourite line here is the first of second stanza.
Thanks John for another great reading treat
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Thanks for you lovely comment and the shiney new trophy. Much appreciated. Always a joy to write triolets.
John
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As we get older I guess it's normal to think of those carefree (hopefully they were) days. I'm not sure if my youth was as idyllic as I sometimes paint it, but it's the only one I had so I'll embellish it if I want.
Were no prairies here but lots of woods and I did my share of running through it, and there was nothing gentle about me...simple maybe but not gentle.
Thanks for those memories, you brought them back to me.
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Dear John
You'll be happy to know this is the first comment I'm writing on a new keyboard.
What an exhilarating feeling I got in that first verse!
Is there anything else to compare? What a feeling?
I'm thinking of my childhood as well, John. Mostly cause I'm still living it, I'm only 61!lol
Nicely done john!
Best of luck to you!
John-Las Vegas, Nevada
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