by Glynis Smy, May 28, 2008
Memories of my childhood, the title rolls around my tongue and I have decided it will be the title of my second poetry book, when I get around to writing it.
When I was a child on a sunny day
In fields of gold I'd run and play
My kingdom an immortal place
Amongst wild flowers I'd skip and chase
Gathering wood to make a home
Amongst each ditch and hedge I'd roam
Sandwiches sticky in paper bag
Tatty doll on ground I'd drag
I'd play for hours with imagined friend
Oh how I wished those days would never end
Then trotting home through the gate
To the reality of life, I was never late
I knew the rules of my parents' home
In the days when it was safe to play alone
* This poem reminds me so much of my childhood. I only wish that my kids could grow up the same way.- MrsT
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6 years ago
It's a lovely poem... Sad that those days are gone.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely done, my friend. I have an old one about a childhood place too. I may just publish it one of these days.
ReplyDeleteI hope that you are well, with so much on your plate these days. Things are looking much better here.
-M