When last I came o'er yonder hillock green
And felt the warmth of sunlight on my face,
I closed my eyes, my mind to better glean
The mem'ries that surround me in that place
Of youth and innocence and carefree times,
Of games and sounds of children as they play,
Of clouds that soar o'er head with steeple chimes
And smells of burning leaves and new-mown hay.
The sounds of horse's hooves on hard packed road,
The hissing of a sleigh through fresh, new snow,
The creaking from a wagon's heavy load,
The cawing of the ever-present crow.
My inner self resounds with heart's delight,
As mem'ries of my youth pass by mind's sight.
Author notes
Youthful memories are some of the best.
Written May 15th, 2004
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A contest entry
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340 points, ended May 16, 2004, 9 entries
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I AM GOING TO CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
SEE CRYING!
I hate you! So there.
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Beautiful poem. Thank you so much for your help!
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perfect. i think the meter is flawless...and i have to say the images are absolutely beautiful.
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Wow, I love this piece. Your use of imagery is wonderful. I also envy you.
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wow! that was excellent- your meter is flawless and your rhyme so natural. your chosen topic is lovely- i am very impressed. imagery- A+! keep it up!
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Gorgeous
Perfect iambic pentameter and lovely rhymes, and a very pleasant meander through another time! You are a master of the sonnet, I salute you! -
Nice...i envy you,Paul!
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