Swampy reflections
bring to mind Childhood recollections
of better times
Back, back when...
Times when running and jumping into murky waters was just that,
There was no question of how or why
but gleeful actions beyond thoughts, impressions beyond fact
Never to wonder what was beyond one's next step, or if one might trip, or die
The Spanish Moss hangs there, upon the trees now
speaking of worries which upon our psyche they do creep
But of this one thing I am never in doubt
I shall remember always days of sure steps and swift leaps
Author notes
I wrote this a while ago for a contest (which I lost) on another board.
A contest entry
- GIVE ME YOUR BEST by sanguigno.
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Comments
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i like it. i suggest restructuring it. it may make it easier to read
thanks for entering!
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