Tripping though the pages of my mind
as I rest my thoughts in an old toy box.
Opening the lid, treasures of all kind
memories organized like building blocks
Climbing old wooden attic stairs
I hear the creaking noises and recall…
Brown ragged beloved teddy bears,
blue eyed, one legged, naked dolls
learning to ride my three wheel bike
many bruises, scraped knees and bumps,
that special curly haired boy name Mike
Easter vacation my brothers had mumps,
once a year trip to Nantasket Beach
roller coasters and merry-go-rounds,
Dad giving us few dollars each
off we ran to the play ground.
Shoe box full of black and white photos
pictures of familiar places and events,
yearbooks with autographs and motto's,
record album costing ninety-eight cents
School pictures of classmates
names and faces long forgotten
the many promises and dates
party dress made of polish cotton.
Remembering back in time,
lost recollections being revise
Jogging my hidden past is sublime
all appear like elusive butterflies…
A contest entry
- Rhyme and Flow part 7 Old - 50,000 points series by cricketjeff.
4000 points, ended August 15, 2008, 36 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - In Desperate Need of Inspiration by JustFallingApart.
300 points, ended August 25, 2008, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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nice write
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Nice rhyme... illusive is not correct, should be elusive...
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Thank you for your entry in the contest 'Old', an excellent poem with good imagery and a pleasure to read.
All the best at judging
Sue and Jeff
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